All 2 entries tagged Hair
November 21, 2005
Where were you on the night of 19 November, 2005?
If your answer involves the Union, dancing to the funky tunes of Timetunnel, not only did you probably have a good night out, you also might have witnessed a malicious act!
On the music side of the night, I'm still not convinced by the mixture of everything between 60s and 2005, especially when there are plenty of ace songs that don't make "Top B 3 years ago's top 10" [think Bohemian Rhapsody or I am the one and only]. Also, a bit more persuasion of people to dress up for this event to match the cool decor [including Arcade games!] and the style of music would make it just that bit more fun when acted upon. Which brings us to the afromen.
These special type of Timetunnel [or rather Boogie Nights but easily converted] visitors have made this night their own and look forward to it probably more than the football girls look forward to Score! Hence they spent some good time picking their outfits and priming their afros to look fine for the night. One particular specimen, let's call him R, always transforms during these nights [see first picture] as if times are turned back and he ended up in Austin Powers' nightclub. His afro is always in perfect condition with a good black shine on it and all the curls rounded in line. Saturday night was no difference, and with the tunes of Jungle Boogie in the background the afromen with R graced the dancefloor.
Was it greed? Was it jealousy? Or was it a mere spell of degradation? Right after another jolly photo shoot, R's afro seemed to be disappear in midair. Some shady character [m/f] managed to grab the perfectly groomed wig leaving R and his fellow afromen in despair. A 5-song-long search ended without results, and now they need your help.
If you were on the Union dancefloor the night of Saturday 19 November some time between 11pm and 2am [Sunday 20 November by that time] and saw anything suspicious regarding the stolen afro issue [trying to narrow it down here, please don't inform me of any other suspicious behaviour, though you might want to inform the Union people, or the police, depending on the seriousness of your observations], please contact me, using the useful contact me link at the top of this blog.
In the exceptional case that you have gotten hold of the afro in question please be man/woman/kind enough to leave the wig in the Revelation pigeonhole in the Resources Room, Union North. It might sound all sound funny to you, but a low quality afro wig costs already 4 pounds. An afro groomed to such excellent condition as R's afro could be worth far more! Regardless of the cost of the wig, theft has taken place, and someone's night and future nights at Timetunnel has/have been ruined. Please do the right thing and return the afro wig to the owner.
Do note that the images do not bear an exact resemblance to R. Though if you do wish to recognize him from the images, bear in mind that the scribbly bit around the mouth is supposed to be a goatee with moustache.
September 15, 2005
A surprising lack of flakiness (seeing my history and mass of my hair) spurred me to visit the hairdressers. With a check to be cashed and a stomach to be filled, I thought I'd better make it a jolly visit to the Earlsdon High Street.
After 2 months living here I'm still amazed by how many houses fit in one little block – and the houses don't even look small! [Well, from the inside that is.] Also, I can't believe that I can spend 5 minutes walking towards Whetherspoons, using shortcuts and all, but once I walk out Broomfield Road I'm still only at the edge of Hearsall Common! This place [Earlsdon] is cursed I tell you!
Made it eventually though, and even dared to enter Greggs for a sandwich. Lauded by Mike, I still don't understand the appeal of this shop – especially when I see people queueing outside. [I understand that should be a positive sign, popularity and all, but no.] Oh actually, the not-so-pricy sandwiches (1,45 for BLT) are a good reason I guess!
Opted for Hennesy's for my haircut in the end. Yeah I know lots of money but looked slightly more professional than the one further down the road. Have also had friends do my hair, but whenever I'd go to a pro afterwards they'd notice immediately [mainly due to 5 crazy hair root springy things spread over my scalp]. Anyway for some reason I always end up feeling very unwelcome in English barbershops. Have that feeling in the Cannon Park one. Definitely had that feeling in the campus barbershop. And had that feeling again today.
Basically, I walked in and made an appointment, and only had to wait for 20 minutes (which is when I went to Greggs for the sandwich). After finishing the sandwich the awkwardness began: it's as if they all come to check out if they actually want to come anywhere near your hair. Then there seems to be some kind of discussion going on in the background, while some sneak to other customers trying to get out of doing my hair by offering their services to easy ones such as 50 year old ladies with perm. [No offense to 50 year old ladies with perm. You're just easier customers than I am.]
Eventually, I did get my haircut. The shampooing service was awful. I had no idea what the girl grunted when she turned out to be asking for my bag, nor when she told me to follow her, or to sit down. A rough treatment at the basin followed, and I had no idea whether to laugh or cry when she covered all of my head with the towel to dry my hair. I made it to the chair in one piece, fortunately, ready for the next maltreatment.
The maltreatment never arrived. The short straw lady that cut my hair didn't say a word [the way I like it!] and was a perfectionist. I honestly think she had a look at every single hair on my head before she decided she could let me loose on the streets of Earlsdon. Very systematic approach – as opposed to let's grab any pluck of hair and make it look even – and I like the end result. Thank you lady with one massive blond-dyed strand of hair!
Oh yeah, so here's the new deal (more photos in Stuff gallery with slightly less confused [acted] look on face)