Its A Pain to Train

Last week I went to my local beauty salon to get ‘stinky brown’ as my daughter calls it, known as spray tanned to the rest of us.  The therapist who was to blast me with the stuff turned out to be a girl which I had trained a couple of years ago.  She was curious…

Straight Hair Wars

When did curly hair become the social equivalent of a post-curry house fart?  This is a subject I have pondered ever since I attended a Christine Aguillara Concert 3 years ago, where I narrowly avoided a punch up with a couple of big bummed (yes, straight haired) bimbos. When almost all were seated and before…