Well, got my haircut by a boy. And. I left the salon feeling unloved and unwanted :no:

I'm usually one of those 'once bitten' types of people but for some reason I thought I'd go back to the same salon, but this time get some-one else to cut my hair. The first time I went the hairdresser barely spoke to me. Now, chatting to your client is something I am used to when I go to the hairdressers, and I am sure I am not the only one. So, I decided it was a nice cut and maybe she was having an off day. No, I think it's the salons policy NOT to chat??? :-/

He asked me how I was, then I don't know what I did to offend him between getting my hair washed (by a dour-faced cow) and the first cut, but he didn't pip up until he started drying my hair. The whole while I was getting more and more depressed. I LIKE to talk shit with my hairdresser. I think talking is part of the price. We did start speaking, but only about my hair, but it was too little too late. Shame really as he gave me some good advice saying I'd suit a fringe (!!!) and I should use some souffle (sort of sticky cream stuff, not the desert) AND my hair looks wicked....better than I have ever had before.

Won't be back. :**:

In brighter news saw Gordon Ramsey today filming in town. He's doing a Hells Kitchen thing in one of the bars that I have eaten in. I have to say, I think he's much needed. I walked across the road with him......well about a metre from him....good job it wasn't Jamie Oliver....I wouldn't have been able to contain myself by shouting twat at him.