Monday, 13 August 2007
Help, help here come the bears
Listening to: Ever Fall In Love With Someone (The Buzzcocks)
Reading: The Naming of the Dead (Ian Rankin)
I've taken to wearing a hat just lately and I'm sorry, but it's a baseball cap. No fashion statement or anything like that - it's just a way of avoiding the phenomenon known as Westray Hair.
You might have gathered that it can get a little breezy up here and one step outside the door can wreck half-an-hour's serious work on the barnet, not that I do anything more than a hasty reorganisation in front of the mirror, he said, backtracking like mad and regretting starting this post.
Anyhoo. . . it's far worse for my 14-year-old daughter, who is still wandering around as if she can't quite believe that somewhere without a New Look and a Costas exists. She spent a good 20 minutes the other day straightening her long curly hair and looked pretty chuffed with the result.
Two minutes outside the front door and a salty, L'Oreal-defying breeze soon sorted her out into a shaggy perm. Hang on, I've got a spare cap.