funky?

I wish.....

Booo hiss, not moaning about the hair again! My whole early life was ruined ( ha ha) in a fundamental way by visits to hairdressers, who always seemed to end up cutting my hair in the same style…what ever I said to them, what ever picture and wild and vivid descriptions I described. I went to many different hairdresser usually spending my whole appointment trying to be as ‘interesting  and vivacious’ as possible in the effort to get a ‘funky’ hairdo, because one thing we cannot call Julie Andrews’ hair in the Sound of Music   is ‘Funky’. But possibly as a punishment for being a ‘try hard’ I always ended up coming out of the hairdresser with that slightly dodgy bowl type of hair cut….which was fairly annoying, as I was trying hard to be a cool singer in a band – with the most sensible hair cut ever.

the bowl cut

When I was 17, I was in a theatre company and the director decided to be pretty mean to me by insisting if I wanted to play a particular role I would have to have all my hair cut off…which I  did.  I had at that point just managed to get my hair long, centre parting after spending my the first ten years of my life with the proverbial home made bowl on my head.  So I had my hair cut off and everyone

do I look like I am playing heavy metal?

called me Julie for two years, as the resemblance between me and Julie Andrews was astonishing. As hard  as I tried to grow it…I would always end up having a friend who was studying hairdressing who wanted to try out their ‘kool kutting’ on me, hey presto…would end up looking  like blinkin Maria Von Trapp all over again. I was in a band just after I left college and they had a stylist  who….it’s really true…… cut my hair, in the style of the lovely Julie! It was a heavy rock band for gadz sake! Oh I wanted long hair and a centre parting…oh woe was me….

not a sensible haircut

I went to a cool hairdresser called Jaffa in Covent Garden a couple of times and I had a hairdo like the bloke from Kajagoogoo for a bit which was great…he cut my hair with a razor and bleached random bits of it! Well it was 1983…but then the next hairdresser gave me  ‘Julie’ look even though I asked for a ‘Limahl’  This experience  happened twice in the same funky hairdresser in Camden …with a 20 year gap between visits. It happened in a hip and trendy place in Brick Lane about 7 years ago -I took in a fab picture and came out looking like Julie Andrews…again!

I am now too old to have a long haired centre parting and am about to surrender and embrace the Von Trapp look, but I  am still caught in the hamster wheel of the long hair, short hair, dilemma … want my hair long, want to tie it back. When it gets long-ish , I get it cut, I cry, I hate it, I like it, I hate it again, I grow it again, I get fed up, I cut it. And I never stop going on about it.…..shall I have a fringe? shall I grow my fringe? shall I have a bob ? do you think I should have it layered? Mr P. finally screams…just have it all cut off!!!!!! And you thought I was deep…yes siree bob..I is deep, and shallow, long and short, all rolled into one.

SONG OF THE DAY –it is definately a dancing round the kitchen day now Spring is officially here though we poor Brits have to wait another week for the clocks to Spring Forward.

Shame by Evelyn’Champagne’ King-one of the best dance records ever..and it is over 6 mins long as the breakdown in the middle is cracking! Evelyn was only 17 when this came out. Classy!