Free haircut!
I was walking down the street on Tuesday, feeling very relaxed and happy – still relaxed from the holiday, full of a delicious veggie powercrepe plus pancake that was my dinner, on way to the pub, I was accosted by a person who opened the conversation by apologising for stopping me, and explaining that she worked for Toni and Guy. Ah yes, I say, you’re about to try to sell me some sort of loyalty card deal that only pays off if I get my hair cut and coloured there every week. No, says she, I’m a student, and my exam is coming up, I was wondering if you would model for me?
So there we have it, my modelling career is resuming, with a free haircut from the place I go to anyway.
“But I didn’t know you were a model?” I hear you cry. Yes, well, in my younger years I strode the catwalks*, but the publicity hungry, coke fuelled, bitter world of modelling just wasn’t for me, so I retreated into a world of books and Haagen Das.
*Catwalks = the local community hall when I was 5 and a local bridal show at 13.