Last night involved a trip to the hairdresser. As usual I got all over-excited about leaving the office early, and my new hair colour and whilst indulging in a little self-indulgence with French Vogue, as one does with one's hairdresser, I happily let rip about my life/backstage adventures and my love-interest. 

My new colour applied and my life-story off my chest - off I went to have a coffee and nestle in the warm glow of the salon. Sadly - my relaxing moment was cruelly cut short when I spied the boss of all bosses leaving the very same salon!!!!!! How had I not seen her BEFORE I started chatting about my backstage/male model stories????

To top it all off, my hairdresser calmly, adjusting my cotton wool asked if I'd said hello to my colleague. "No I did not know her personally" I cried out (if a little hysterically) above the noise of several hairdryers..."Why didn't you stop me mid-male model gossip???"

Needless to say this was not exactly the polished professional look I'd booked myself in for. Despite my hair now looking (or at least for a few days) the very essence of cool, calm professional I fear I may have to stay away from the office lift for at least several months.

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Read more on the subject of "hair horrors of stress" at

www.swide.com/Behind-The-Seams/The-hair-horrors-of-stress/2008/11/13/