Last Japanese Haircut?

Posted on 2008/03/09 17:27:58 (March 2008).

[Sunday 2nd March]
Went to the supermarket after lunch, not particularly exciting.

Towards the end of the afternoon I went out to get my hair cut, as always long overdue. I seem to have fallen into a habit of about once every two months (the last time was in mid-January, before that November, before that September and so on).

To my slight shock I discovered Tomoko-san - the woman who usually does my hair - had left the salon. This was a worry as she'd done my hair quite a few times, and so I didn't have to say anything about what I wanted done each time now... and it always seemed to come out rather well. I'd initially thought that one of the other people there had probably seen me a few times and would know how I usually had it cut, so it would be pretty straightforward, but of course logically the person they suggested to cut my hair was Tomoko-san's replacement, who had only just started there. Then the folly of going to get my hair cut at a place where hardly any English is spoken struck me. Somehow I'd been able to explain what I wanted quite well to Tomoko-san, but to the new girl I found myself floundering a bit. So the end result was, frankly, a bit odd, especially in it's original heavily styled form as I left the salon. The top of my head looked decidedly more conical than it had done previously. Normally after a haircut I tend to strut around the centre of London a bit, secretly feeling quite proud of myself, but in this instance I was keen to hurry home as soon as possible.

Over the next few days, with a few washes etc, it did return to some semblance of normality, and nobody commented on it - so I guess it wasn't a complete disaster... but I think it may finally be time to give up on the entertaining novelty of having my hair done by Japanese hairdressers.

On the way back I popped into Rice Wine to buy some things for dinner, and spent the remainder of the evening at home with my bizarre and slightly unnerving hairstyle, consoling myself with a few glasses of Sapporo and some nice home cooked Japanese food.

I also watched a bit of telly, including the usual Antiques Roadshow (I really don't understand why I like it so much, but it seems to have become and integral part of my Sunday afternoons), plus the first episode of Mad Men - that drama about people working in advertising in New York. It reminded that the image of the advertising industry is generally a fairly unscrupulous one. Food for thought I suppose, giving that this is basically the industry I'm in now.

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