Hair today - gone tomorrow!

I have noticed that the latest cause for alarm in the ‘Barnet’ department of women of a certain age, is a condition known as the - ‘Cats bum’ hair arrangement on the prominent ‘crown(s)’ of the mature females head. Apparently this happens when grey hair protrudes a woman’s hair colouring and often gives the aforementioned effect. Thinking about it, does any man reading this ever notice that sometimes a complete week of proposed activities are often scheduled around ‘hair days’ - which can and often does have the effect of a heavy-duty hair dryer sounding like a military helicopter taking off in a random bedroom? However, before I get myself into too much trouble, some men seem equally obsessed. Here in the UK I have noticed when walking out-and-about there is a distressingly high level of men of all ages sporting what can only be described as a ‘Mohican’ haircut, which is frankly beyond mockery. Come on - I was always told that if a haircut had a name, as in - mullet or buzz-cut, it should be avoided at all costs. My own 13 year old grandson has decided to grow a heavy fringe that he squints through and naturally enough, once you see it in a member of your own family….you then recognise it everywhere and on everyone don’t you?

I also have to say that I am often amazed that when a serious faced woman newsreader is telling us all about the present cost-of-living crisis, a female member of the family might exclaim - “What on earth has she done with her hair? Just last week there was an intense debate regarding Helen Mirren’s new long blond hair that she sported at a recent red-carpet event and I have to say that opinion was excitedly divided on her new choice of hairstyle, rather like the pros-and-cons of the Northern Ireland EU border protocol. Unfortunately, some men appear to be getting as fussy and as obsessed as women; for instance what provoked this article was my last visit to my hairdresser Carl - as in - “Carl with a C - not a K”. Embarrassingly, sat alongside me was a chap who gave detailed and specific instructions as to how he wanted his hair to be cut, it was if he were a rather pernickety heart surgeon giving out instructions to a dim junior doctor. Much better I reckon, my own debate with Carl - which always goes something like this - “Same again Frank?” Go on then Carl, but don’t forget I’m on a pensioners rate!