Every day’s a bad
hair day
Haircut today. These days I leave it for months. It’s lost its fun. Gone are those happy decisions: Jon Lord mane, David Bowie mullet or Kevin Keegan frizz? These days I come out either nondescript smarmed-down or nondescript wispy. It’s been a successful cut if I can look in the mirror without reaching for a crucifix.
I had a woman this time. She was about 25 and approximately
Polish. That’s fine. Poles are nifty at skidding a plastering trowel round a
wall so I felt sure she could whisk a pair of scissors round my head. And a
woman isn’t going to ask embarrassing questions about wanting something for the
weekend.
OK, her conversation wouldn’t have got her on the Jonathan
Ross Show: “And so we are feeling good today, yes sir?” But she snipped away
with panache. Then she said “Is that so good for you sir?” and held the mirror
behind my head. I groped for my specs as without them it’s a bit like looking
through a windscreen in a blizzard. I stuck them on and gaped.
I had a mat of hair flopping over one side of my face with a
six inch fringe drooping over my right eye. She’d given me an Indy band cut. My
hair looked like a hamster slipping off the edge of a cliff. I had a stark choice. Either an emergency
administration of botox to make me look 20, or a drastic trim off the top of my
head to make me look 60.
“Noooo!” she cried.
It was her masterpiece and I wanted her to desecrate it. I normally give
barbers free rein but I put my foot down. A few snips later and I could face
the streets. It’s all been another brutal reminder I’m way too old to look like
a rock ‘n’ star.
Next time I’ll ask for a Miles Davis cut. It’ll look just as
ridiculous on me but I’ll enjoy their confusion as they won’t know who the hell
he is. And the music’s a lot better.
I usually reach for a crucifix when I wake up in the morning.
ReplyDeleteOther than that, I never have my hair touched by people who are not women. A Polish woman once messed up my hair so bad I meekly paid and went straight to another hair salon.
I have to try Chinatown...
I usually ask to keep my hairline hidden, no matter how short they cut my hair! Oh yeah, I'm growing old too...