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Being brought up in Cornwall means that you grow up not knowing how uncool everyone is who lives there. Cornwall is always 10 years behind everyone else in terms of fashion and I was always ten years behind everyone in Cornwall. I wasn't a hip teen but then again I never wore a shellsuit or sandals. However I did do something that still brings me terrible shame when I recall it, like I did on then train to work this morning.
One day, when I was about 13-14 I went to the hairdressers. I had a specific cut in mind and in order to make sure that I got what I wanted I took a visual aid with me. I patiently waited my turn after the ladies who worked there had asked my the question "what can I do for you?". Me "a hair cut". So after sitting there for an eternity reading out of date football mags, I got the prompt to take my place in the chair. I duly sat down and got straight-jacketed by the coverall and then timidly stuck my hand out of the sides holding a crumpled piece of paper. On the paper was a promo poster for Leathal Weapon and a picture of Riggs (Mel Gibson) holding a gun, sporting a mullet.
"Can you cut my hair to be like his please?"
Awkward silence.
"Yeah right it's like good to show us what you want".
So let's analyse what I was doing. I was asking for an imitation of the worst hair style imaginable and I was expecting that Debbie, the 17 year old YTS trainee was going to be able to deliver it for me. All for the kingly price of £4.
She started to hack at my hair with the blunt implement that passed as scissors and a deep and meaningful conversation ensued.
Her: "So d'ya know Gary?"
"No. What year is he in?"
"Sixth form"
"I'm doing my GCSE's I don't know any sixth-formers."
"Do you know Jamie?"
"No. Who's Jamie?"
"He's Gary's mate, in the year above him".
"Mmmmmmngh"
"Do you know Pete?"
"No, I DON'T KNOW ANY sixthformers!".
"He's not a sixth-former, he's in prison".
"Ah for f**..."
Then when I least expected it, the clippers where nipping at my ears, shredding the back of my neck and chewing my hair up. Hold on, clippers? You can’t create Rigg's mullet (which I though was a flowing mane at the time) with clippers. What! A shiite short back and sides was the result of my efforts.
So I embarrassed myself, my family, friends, men and my country and I never got what I wanted anyway.
Please tell me you've done something this bad? Please. I can't live with the shame.
One day, when I was about 13-14 I went to the hairdressers. I had a specific cut in mind and in order to make sure that I got what I wanted I took a visual aid with me. I patiently waited my turn after the ladies who worked there had asked my the question "what can I do for you?". Me "a hair cut". So after sitting there for an eternity reading out of date football mags, I got the prompt to take my place in the chair. I duly sat down and got straight-jacketed by the coverall and then timidly stuck my hand out of the sides holding a crumpled piece of paper. On the paper was a promo poster for Leathal Weapon and a picture of Riggs (Mel Gibson) holding a gun, sporting a mullet.
"Can you cut my hair to be like his please?"
Awkward silence.
"Yeah right it's like good to show us what you want".
So let's analyse what I was doing. I was asking for an imitation of the worst hair style imaginable and I was expecting that Debbie, the 17 year old YTS trainee was going to be able to deliver it for me. All for the kingly price of £4.
She started to hack at my hair with the blunt implement that passed as scissors and a deep and meaningful conversation ensued.
Her: "So d'ya know Gary?"
"No. What year is he in?"
"Sixth form"
"I'm doing my GCSE's I don't know any sixth-formers."
"Do you know Jamie?"
"No. Who's Jamie?"
"He's Gary's mate, in the year above him".
"Mmmmmmngh"
"Do you know Pete?"
"No, I DON'T KNOW ANY sixthformers!".
"He's not a sixth-former, he's in prison".
"Ah for f**..."
Then when I least expected it, the clippers where nipping at my ears, shredding the back of my neck and chewing my hair up. Hold on, clippers? You can’t create Rigg's mullet (which I though was a flowing mane at the time) with clippers. What! A shiite short back and sides was the result of my efforts.
So I embarrassed myself, my family, friends, men and my country and I never got what I wanted anyway.
Please tell me you've done something this bad? Please. I can't live with the shame.
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That's what you get for having a haircut and saying "no" when they ask you if you want gel or wax in it. I have no defence.
Mr Snuggly wrote:
> Monkey_man once had his hair cut like a Chuckle brother.
Once again, the monitor needs cleaned due to coffee being sprayed on it.
> Monkey_man once had his hair cut like a Chuckle brother.
Once again, the monitor needs cleaned due to coffee being sprayed on it.
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Back when Jamiroquai was in fashion (about two weeks back in '95), I fashioned my long greasy curtains into a ponytail. That was about this long:
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It lasted about two days (the bruises still haven't healed).
Monkey_man once had his hair cut like a Chuckle brother.
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It lasted about two days (the bruises still haven't healed).
Monkey_man once had his hair cut like a Chuckle brother.
I had my hair platted when I was in the first year of university. A white guy walking around with platted hair. What a tw@t!
I've done poorly haven't I?
I've done poorly haven't I?
I was called squarehead at school once after a bad haircut.
Also, the first time I wore gel I was called James Bond, can't blame them I looked really stupid.
Also, the first time I wore gel I was called James Bond, can't blame them I looked really stupid.
Ineedsleep wrote:
> Good job you told me the reviews were lies - I could have been
> tempted. Although the fact that there were so many used ones
> available would have made me think twice :)
From $0.74 no less. My copy was sacrificed in flames as an offering to the god(s) of good music.
> Good job you told me the reviews were lies - I could have been
> tempted. Although the fact that there were so many used ones
> available would have made me think twice :)
From $0.74 no less. My copy was sacrificed in flames as an offering to the god(s) of good music.
That one passed me by, thank goodness.
Good job you told me the reviews were lies - I could have been tempted. Although the fact that there were so many used ones available would have made me think twice :)
Good job you told me the reviews were lies - I could have been tempted. Although the fact that there were so many used ones available would have made me think twice :)
Ineedsleep wrote:
> Gee thanks for making me think about this and making me remember the
> horror of having waist length very dark hair, tightly permed, that
> ended up looking like I was wearing a wig belonging to King Charles.
What would life be without those "Dear lord, what was I thinking!??!?!?!" moments. Another of mine. Buying the "Wilson Phillips" album. [URL]http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B000002UW5/102-2733692-9909740?v=glance[/URL] Ignore the 5 star reviews. They are all lying, and trying to corrupt you into thinking this album "might be good"
> Gee thanks for making me think about this and making me remember the
> horror of having waist length very dark hair, tightly permed, that
> ended up looking like I was wearing a wig belonging to King Charles.
What would life be without those "Dear lord, what was I thinking!??!?!?!" moments. Another of mine. Buying the "Wilson Phillips" album. [URL]http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B000002UW5/102-2733692-9909740?v=glance[/URL] Ignore the 5 star reviews. They are all lying, and trying to corrupt you into thinking this album "might be good"
Gee thanks for making me think about this and making me remember the horror of having waist length very dark hair, tightly permed, that ended up looking like I was wearing a wig belonging to King Charles.
But that wasn't the end of it, oh nooooo, I didn't take care of it and eventually ended up looking like Crystaltips and which point my aunt dragged me to a posh salon in Leeds. The poor woman didn't know where to start but by the time she finished it was approximately 2 inches long :(
But that wasn't the end of it, oh nooooo, I didn't take care of it and eventually ended up looking like Crystaltips and which point my aunt dragged me to a posh salon in Leeds. The poor woman didn't know where to start but by the time she finished it was approximately 2 inches long :(
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