Last time I had my hair cut properly was in August-September 2008, before I went to India.
Since then, the only person who has been allowed near my hair is M. With a pair of kitchen scissors. In her kitchen. And only the end bits to straighten it out. That was once, a couple of month ago.
The reason for the lack of hair dressing is simply that I don't trust hair dressers. They normally give me a crap cut. Since 1996, there have been 3 hairdressers I have trusted:
Donna - she cut my hair in Sydney. She was fantastic.
Majsan - she cut my hair back in Sweden. She was awesome. But expensive hair cut as have to factor in the flights.
Emma The Australian - she cut my hair in London but as live outside of London could only get appointments on a Saturday. Which was fine until Emma managed to call in sick every single time I had made an appointment. So, I did what every person would do - I fired her. I have since then been searching and searching.
During my searching, I have met some gawdaweful hair dressers. Especially the junior stylists. They cannot ever be let near my hair ever again.
