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Choose your own adventure – in song and video

Choose your own adventure – in song and video

Remember those Fighting Fantasy adventure books where you’d have to decide what action to take, and then flip ahead depending on your choice?

Here it is on Youtube, in song. About the perils of deciding on a haircut.

The joy of a good haircut…

The joy of a good haircut…

I took a glance in the mirror yesterday, and was startled to realise that instead of the reasonably sleek haircut I thought I’d been sporting all summer, I’d become a 1970s relic complete with Argentinan-President-style sideburns. So, to find someone who’ll cut my hair.

This is no easy task. In my student days, I wrote about the terrors of hairdressers, and in the intervening decade, there has been no new progression in the art of massacring hair.

There was a brief blissful point when oh-so-PC Lynx deoderants sponsored a hair salon for men in Oxford Street, which allowed you to play Playstation games while you got your haircut but it was more of a marketing event and didn’t last very long. And the haircut wasn’t very good – although it did have the all-important low-cut boobage factor.

I even once went to an upmarket hair salon in Wimbledon that charged £40!!! for a haircut. I had an important party to go to that evening, so I vainly hoped that the price would result in a killer haircut. Alas, the money seemed to go towards a lukewarm glass of white wine (ooooh, so London!) and a mediocre haircut.

For the last four years, I’ve essentially given up all hopes of a good haircut, and gone to a local Greek barber who’s quick, fast, efficient and charges £10. But it’s not particularly stylish.

Some of my friends have been endlessly suggesting that I get a short blonde crop (me? blonde? with my Chinese genes? Are you kidding?), or better yet, go bald. However, the one attempt at this look suggests the world, and I, are not ready for this yet.

So, yet again, I was forced to look for a new place to get a haircut, since I was in Colwyn Bay. Miss R suggested her dad’s place called Lox Box – but for want of any better recommendation, I went in with trepidation.

And it was fine. The service was fast, quick and easy and the resulting haircut seems fine. Even if my work colleagues have not noticed yet.

But, this haircut salon had one innovation that NO OTHER HAIR SALON I HAVE BEEN TO HAS HAD. From London to Louisiana, from Bradford to Baton Rouge, I have yet to have gone to a hair salon that showed music videos on a small TV set. I was in heaven. This meant that instead of trying not to look at someone cutting my hair, I could swivel my chair and happily watch television while someone tended to my hair. And it only cost £6.

The trouble with … Hairdressers

The trouble with … Hairdressers

Disclaimer: I wrote this in the early 1990s in my student days. Reading it now, I can’t say my writing has particularly improved. But, you’ve been warned…

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