Woke up late on Friday morning hair in desperate need of a wash, plastered to my face and sticking up in attractive tufts at the back. When I had long hair I used to just smoosh it into a ponytail and rock the dishevelled look with not a care in the world but now I have the shortest hair I’ve ever had I actually have to do something with it in the mornings. *groan*
For some unknown reason after having the fastest shower known to man I decided it was necessary to blow dry my barnet rather than just leaving it damp like I have been known to do before. In order to make it dry faster I shoogled my hand through it as I blew it into submission – this would have been fine with longer hair but the shoogling only served to turn my hair into a massive bouffant. A bouffant of such epic proportions that even a hefty dollop of my smelly hair gum didn’t calm it down.
However in the grandest tradition of a slightly trampy looking person trying to make it through the day unscathed I just had to style it out. It only took a couple of hours before my snarky but lovely colleague commented on how much I looked like Lion-O from ‘Thundercats’. Whit and indeed whooooo, attractive. Amusingly though the women in my office and in my building have never been more complimentary about the bouffy birdsnest that was my hair so perhaps female thundercat is a good look for me?
I dismissed the Lion-O comment and focused on the positive of the compliments about the volume in my hair until I went for my afternoon wee. Stood at the sinks washing my hands whilst chatting to a colleague I glanced into the mirror and it hit me:
‘Helllooooooo Russell Brand’.