Leaving for Paris No.2
17 04 2008I found myself with the whole morning free before I take the train to Paris. Isn’t it so sophisticated to be able to take a train to Paris? I love Europe! Anyway, I had already decided what to pack, practised my Good Moanings, charged the batteries for my camera, had exhausted any desire to study so what else is there to do I asked myself in the mirror. The 80’s heavy metal singer shouted back at me - how about finally going to the hairdresser? I gulped a few times in dread because this is one of my very least favourite activities in the world. I never know what I want and the hairdresser is strangely never able to magically find it. I always end up looking like a Beatle by the end. And this time was no different. Despite summoning up lots of courage and going in with a brave face and excess positivity I still left looking like a fab four. Only this time it was even worse - I was Ringo! Somehow the haircut had aged me about ten years, made my ears grow even bigger and caused the spot on my forehead to make me look like an Indian woman. And all this before fleeing to the city of style. Ah well I plan to have so many kir royales between visiting museums and galleries that I won’t care as I try and blend in among the Parisians. Now, where did I leave my berret and string of onions?
A beret is always good for masking a dodgy haircut (and I’m sure it can’t be all that bad!) Have a lovely time and take lots of Paris-y photos…
I demand pictures!
And please, none of your barber trips can be as painful as mine!
whimper whimper
catherine - the thing is hats tend to draw attention to my jumbo ears
alan - I beg to differ if your new last fm pic is anything to go by - your last trip was obviously a roraing success!
sooooo jealous. Enjoy. Amuse toi bien!
Oh great, you will be my reconnaissance mission (I mean mission de reconnaissance) then for my own visit to the city of sin on the 28th/29th!
Did the hairdresser leave at least some of your curls? They are your major asset, you know. And I second Alan’s call for pictures.
red - hello Ms LA - how can you be jealous?
hidh - city of sin? really?how exciting. Curls are currently m.i.a. but they’ll be back, fret not
I want a picture of you with a string of onions, in front of the Eiffel tower (Notre-Dame or anything else will do).
Oh, hate getting haircuts. I tend to put it off indefinitely; my last one was done by my flatmate, who was holding a cocktail and a cigarette at the time. We were going out, and I think he did it mostly out of irritation. It turned out surprisingly well, really; I was worried I was going to lose an ear or something. I look like an emo now, I’m told.
lenfercest - my travelling companion is a French man - he’d probably kill me if I tried
robert - I have such a great image in my head of that! Sounds just perfect actually, any chance your friend will venture over this way next time I need a trim?
M.i.a.?
Oh right, I should have clicked on “other uses”…
hehe did you think that they were making such a racket singing that I left them off on their own to make another record
Here is one MIA that scares me (although I’m all for associating young men, of course)
Hmm no, most people hear voices IN their heads, not ON their heads
Oh dear, having your hair cut in a foreign language is a daunting experience, I agree. But don’t worry, when you see the haircuts on display chez les parisiens, you’ll soon realise that you have nothing to worry about….
Hope you have a great time, collect some tales, take some photo’s. Just don’t attempt to impress them with your bloody Kermit thing - they don’t really take well to frog impressions, oddly enough…..
I seem to recall this isn’t the first time you’ve had haircutting issues! Luckily I’ve found a hairdresser who knows exactly what I want so no unexpected disasters. And at least us blokes can be in and out in twenty minutes, unlike the gals who’re expected to curl, highlight, condition, laquer etc etc for hours just so some guy can give them a cursory glance and say “You’re looking great, love. Do you fancy a Chinese then?”
you goof (and you made me laugh)–you should get your hair trimmed in paris! they will magically know what to do!
for what it’s worth, my little sister was madly in love with ringo when she was five years old. (me, i’ve been a george girl all my life.)
I’m with you on the fear and loathing of trips to the hair dresser. The penultimate time I went, 4 and a half years ago, I left in tears. (The last time I went, 4 years ago, was grand, but on balance, there’ve been many more tears than smiles.)
Why should I pay someone the guts of 60 or 70 euro to both make me cry and make me look bad? I cut my own hair, the fringe/bangs when I look like a sheepdog and the back when the split ends get so bad they annoy me. Great system and I hardly ever make myself cry.
Pics or it didn’t happen.
I have a very friendly, very talkative barber opposite where I live. I went for the first time 2 months ago and everytime I walked by he would shout ‘Hola!’. I need a haircut every 3 weeks or so being the well groomed man I am! There’s only one problem - he’s couldn’t cut butter to save his life and now I have to avoid him like the plague - I’m sure I’ve hurt his feelings
I love going to the hairdressers, I have the cutest guy cut my hair, he is witty, a great conversationalist, attractive, works out and dresses well. I use all my womanly charms on him to no avail …… He’s gay! Would you like his number? I am sure he would make you feel much better about having your hair cut, who knows you might feel the need to visit him every 4 weeks like I do
My favourite time in Paris was when I got an overnight train from Rome and stayed with a friend. She was working in the Irish embassy as the organiser of their social functionas and she shared an appartment on top of the embassy (former servants quarters I guess) with the chef. My other favourite time was a year later when my wife and I went back to stay with her again, she gave us great recommendations for restaurants, I would pass them on but cannot remember the names.
i too hate going to the hairdressers. i seem to pick ones that think “trim” means “please chop off all the hair i’ve spent the last century trying to grow!” sigh.
have a great time in Paris Ringo. bon vacance cherie