Saturday, 17 February 2007
I really hate getting my hair cut. With the world's worst "cow's lick", there's not too many options on the hairstyle front here.
I don't want to go to a barber where they treat you like a sheep to be sheared, and I don't want to pay loads of money. It's difficult to find somewhere suitable. I miss good old Clinton Dailly's in the Ferry.
Last time I got my haircut, when the guy said "how do you want your hair cut", I told him he could do what he thought best. Unfortunately he wasn't bursting with ideas, so it was same old, same old. He said next time I should come back with an idea of what style I want.
So... like a girl, I will look for a picture of someone with a hairstyle I want and show it to the haidresser.