You know that thing when you get a fabulous haircut and the first time you wash it yourself it looks pants? Well me being the clever arse I am, decided to circumvent this nightmare by having my hair professionally blow dried (a piega, if you’re ever in Italy and need a blow dry).
And does it matter that my regular hairdresser (I am not worthy) is fully booked? I mean it’s only a blow dry right? Hell I’ll chance it and go to the ‘butcher’ (so named after cutting stef’s hair just the once) surely even he can’t fuck up the ‘cut of cut’s’ soley with a hairdryer?
So in I went, maybe when he told me it was only €7 I should have known, but, alas English fool that I am, I just rubbed my hands with glee at the bargain I was about to receive.
Ok y’all know it was bad, so bad that I ain’t fool enough to be posting a picture. Lets just say…think pineapples, think palm trees, think really really bad mullets.