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Post by Rad on Feb 11, 2007 12:13:57 GMT
Now I am sure Vernon Kay used to present a show on Sunday mornings playing some amazing retro tunes. Kay might be a dick, but the music was ace. For the last two weeks I have put my car radio on on a Sunday thinking I would get this show, and what do I get? Fearne Cotton and Reggie Yates. What satanic force is behind this? One word out of the voice of serial TV killer Cotton's voice is enough to make me switch over.
If they MUST be inflicted on the nation's ears (and i can't see why they should be) can't they be relegated to 6am or something?
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Post by SweatShop on Feb 12, 2007 0:53:41 GMT
Didn't they used to be shoved into the 4 in the morning timeslot or am I talking nonsense?
I think Vernon is just on holiday. But even though i'm no Radio 1 listener, I had to put up with these two at the hairdressers yesterday morning, for a WHOLE TWENTY-FIVE MINUTES!
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Post by [james] on Feb 12, 2007 11:32:41 GMT
I think Vernon is just on holiday. But even though i'm no Radio 1 listener, I had to put up with these two at the hairdressers yesterday morning, for a WHOLE TWENTY-FIVE MINUTES! Twenty-five minutes? Did they just cut your fringe off and say 'Fuck it, I'm done!'
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Post by SweatShop on Feb 12, 2007 21:51:53 GMT
That was the time where I was having my hair brushed and cut. I couldn't hear it when I was having my hair washed or dried because the noises drowned it out and it was switched off by the time I was haivng my hair straightened.
To be fair, I really don't care how long my trips to the hairdressers are. I am not that arsed about my hair at all, as long as it looks half decent and is manageable so . The actual experience of going to the hairdressers is one of my most loathed experiences. I'd genuinely put it into Room 101... I just fucking hate it.
All I want is a hair appointment, which I have paid good money for, but why, every single time, do I feel like I HAVE to make painful smalltalk with my hairdresser? It just makes me feel uncomfortable and i'm not under the illusion she actually gives a fuck about what I have to say. I know some people like to yabber away about nonsense and she must feel obliged to chat with me, but I just want a haircut, damn it! My mum has even told me to just play along and chat away, but why the hell should I? And I don't want to tell her that I don't want to chat because then i'll just look like an angry twat.
She's always trying to encourage me to change my hair and style or whatever as well. Even suggesting that I have blonde highlights in, which would just look fuckawful.
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Post by [james] on Feb 12, 2007 23:03:26 GMT
I like it when they give you a minty head massage.
Back home I used to have a regular hairdresser who seemed to remember what I watched on TV so we'd have genuinely interesting conversations about last week's ER or whatever. Plus she was small, perky and Scottish so it was like having Kate Haversham do your hair.
If it's a hairdresser who I don't know and don't like, I make up lies to amuse myself. "Yes, I just got back from Madagascar on safari. My family own NewsCorp. I invented the Internet." etc etc
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Post by jetsetwilly on Feb 13, 2007 10:32:52 GMT
To be fair, I really don't care how long my trips to the hairdressers are. I am not that arsed about my hair at all, as long as it looks half decent and is manageable so . The actual experience of going to the hairdressers is one of my most loathed experiences. I'd genuinely put it into Room 101... I just fucking hate it. All I want is a hair appointment, which I have paid good money for, but why, every single time, do I feel like I HAVE to make painful smalltalk with my hairdresser? It just makes me feel uncomfortable and i'm not under the illusion she actually gives a fuck about what I have to say. I know some people like to yabber away about nonsense and she must feel obliged to chat with me, but I just want a haircut, damn it! My mum has even told me to just play along and chat away, but why the hell should I? And I don't want to tell her that I don't want to chat because then i'll just look like an angry twat. I now have a number 2 crop all over, administered at home by the bf, purely because I hate going to the hairdressers so much. I cannot stand putting the control of how I look in someone else's hands, and I especially can't stand it if those hands belong to a chatty, bubbly idiot. However, I am an antisocial twat, and I hate any kind of service industry person talking to me. I bought a new shirt the other day and the woman behind the counter told me how nice it was. Of course it's fucking nice - that's why I am buying it, you rancid cunt. Your job is to scan, bag my purchase, take my money and give me a receipt. Do it and fuck off. You are not Mica Paris, and I could not give a monkeys about your fashion opinion. Just get on with it and let me get away from you, you repellent harpy.That's what went on in my head; in actuality what I said was, "Yes, it is."
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Post by thelovelykate on Feb 13, 2007 18:44:43 GMT
I love my hairdresser because she has the most important quality in a hairdresser in that she is obediant. She never tries to talk to me about anything except my hair. She does EXACTLY what I tell her to do regarding my hair. She does not tutt or even try to tell me off when I admit that instead of letting her rip me off for about 70 quid for highlights I just buy a £4 highlights in a box kit from Boots. She is great. If any of you lived in Bristol I would recommend her so that you too can experience the joy of having a lovely hairdresser.
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Post by puppydogstail on Feb 13, 2007 20:46:18 GMT
[quote However, I am an antisocial twat, and I hate any kind of service industry person talking to me. I bought a new shirt the other day and the woman behind the counter told me how nice it was. Of course it's fucking nice - that's why I am buying it, you rancid cunt. Your job is to scan, bag my purchase, take my money and give me a receipt. Do it and fuck off. You are not Mica Paris, and I could not give a monkeys about your fashion opinion. Just get on with it and let me get away from you, you repellent harpy.That's what went on in my head; in actuality what I said was, "Yes, it is." You got a lot of anger there. Welcome to my world.
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Post by dirtypop on Feb 20, 2007 10:16:32 GMT
My hairdresser is also a revelation. He talks very animatedly about hair when we are discussing what to do with it and then we never speak again except to say bye and I can sit in peace and read magazines while he snips away. He doesn't even attempt small talk and I love him for it. Plus he looks like Jesus.
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Post by Nurse Dunkley on Feb 20, 2007 22:26:15 GMT
The actual experience of going to the hairdressers is one of my most loathed experiences. I'd genuinely put it into Room 101... I just fucking hate it. All I want is a hair appointment, which I have paid good money for, but why, every single time, do I feel like I HAVE to make painful smalltalk with my hairdresser? It just makes me feel uncomfortable and i'm not under the illusion she actually gives a fuck about what I have to say. I know some people like to yabber away about nonsense and she must feel obliged to chat with me, but I just want a haircut, damn it! My mum has even told me to just play along and chat away, but why the hell should I? And I don't want to tell her that I don't want to chat because then i'll just look like an angry twat. You are me. It's quite scary.
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Post by SweatShop on Feb 21, 2007 18:49:30 GMT
I'm quite happy to see so many like-minded people on here. I thought I was the only one that was so bothered about it.
Just... as a member of a GENDER who are MEANT to enjoy getting their hair done, I just really, really don't.
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Post by Rad on Mar 14, 2007 23:11:07 GMT
normal service appears to have been resumed. I never thought I'd be grateful for vernon kay.
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