I went to the hairdresser for a summer spruce. Christine said ‘how do you fancy going straight?’ I said, ‘Christine, curls have been my trademark since I was 3 but I have always had a yearning for swishy hair so get the iron out’. She did. It took bloody ages and at the end of it I looked like Uriah Heap. So, back to the Hair Bear Bunch – big hair is beautiful hair.
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