Hair...

Being mildly obsessive compulsive it will come as no surprise to you that the same woman has been cutting my hair for many years.

I remember racing down to Quartz from school, throwing my satchel and school cap in a corner, charging up the stairs, my school shorts flapping around my white legs, jumping into the chair and saying, “Just a little trim please Aunty Mandy. Not too much off the top as I think that it’s starting to thin”. I’ll never be sixteen again!

  • Posted on Saturday, 02 April 2005
  • Tagged with inane drivel