The Edmondson Blog

I've got a phobia of hairdressers - I hate the simple banter you're forced to engage in whilst some dippy Australian is chopping your locks. I haven't had a haircut since September so I thought I better get myself tidied up for Christmas. I managed to come out looking like I'd just had a frontal lobotomy. It was so bad I ran home to take a photograph before dealing with it with a firm palm.