Shelley cut my hair today. After a lot of talking it up, we finally decided to bite the bullet and do it. (I'm no fool; I'm not going to pay 30 to 40 GBP for a salon-style cut, particularly when I'm a boy.) Although Shelley had never cut anyone's hair before, her confidence was verging on that of Mr-T's, which I found unsettling. You just know they're over-compensating.

As you can see it was pretty long. And considering I was due back at school the next day, this money-saver could have been construed as a bit risky. Kids can be so cruel, particularly in the east of London.

But I think it worked out fine!