Reader, a confession, if you will. I have difficult hair, and always have done. Simultaneously thick and frizzy, or more accurately – wiry. Whatever the desired configuration, it just won’t sit. So mostly I leave it be. The occasional comb, a cut at my local barber’s every two months (always a ‘short back and sides’), that’s it. Of course it doesn’t help that I have a triple – yes, triple – crown. Apparently I should be in for some kind of luck, but the reality is that most hair ‘styles’ – trendy or otherwise – are out of the question. And so I have this wild, unmanageable hedgerow of a Barnet.
Not since my skaterpunk days have I dabbled in the dark arts of hair product, but I’ve finally decided to give it a go. Today I invested in a small tub of Stone Fish Styling Clay (‘Soho Style’). I have no idea if it’s the right product, but I’m going to give it a go. Frankly, I’d rather try this messy practice than go to the barber’s. I have a strange fear of the barber’s. There’s just something terrifying about leaning back in those big leather chairs, blinded, wrapped up like a piece of meat, and entirely at the mercy of someone brandishing a pair of sharpened scissors. Those awkward silences! Those stunted conversations! I can’t stand the experience.
So it’s Styling Clay for me. I am now, as the advertising suggests, ‘the sort of guy who likes his hair styled without looking like he’s been working on it for the last 2 hours’.
See you in two days.
Tom Chivers 