CHOP!

You know something I wrestle with – expensive haircuts. I’ve thought for a long time that they’re decadent, champagne on a beer diet sort of thing. This was mainly based on a fairly smug understanding too that my belief in my good looks (or perceived good looks) would be enough to carry off a bad haircut, so there was no need to pay excessive amounts for the chop.

That was until last week. Two things happened. Firstly, I realised that I am not as good looking as I thought I was (let’s call it heightened understanding). Secondly, I had a screamer of a haircut. Perhaps the second contributed to the first point, but really, it took a close shave (literally) to realise that you need to pay for services when you want quality outcomes. Like a decent haircut. This was not decent, in fact I’d go so far to say that if I looked at the Geneva convention there would be something against haircuts like this in there.

So I’ve settled it – whilst expensive haircuts are a little indulgent, they’re entirely necessary.