A tradie went viral this week after blowing up at a barber who he claimed left him with a lopsided buzz minimize.
The tradesman insisted on paying for the allegedly substandard haircut earlier than storming out. The alternate has sparked a dialog on-line, with some saying they’d by no means be courageous sufficient to complain and others recounting their worst haircut experiences.
Right here Guardian Australia writers – in what nearly grew to become a gaggle remedy session – inform us about their worst haircuts. You may share yours within the feedback beneath.
I used to be in the course of an nearly year-long backpacking journey world wide in 2000. My hair was getting what I’d describe as fairly lustrous however my then girlfriend had one other phrase. Anyway, we have been in a city someplace south of Santiago and I gave in and located a barber. I emerged into the Chilean solar wanting just like the love baby of a Nineteen Sixties Paul McCartney and Sharon Strzelecki. No less than I didn’t stick out – each different male appeared to have the identical haircut. And no, I don’t have footage.
Once I moved to London, paying for a haircut appeared prohibitively costly. So I signed as much as be a “hair mannequin” (AKA guinea pig) at a elaborate salon in Covent Backyard. The waiver I signed meant I used to be handing myself over to the stylist to do no matter they happy. My hairdresser stated he needed to copy the coiffure he’d given the day earlier than to a girl with dead-straight blond hair on my shoulder-length curly brown hair. Then he proceeded to chop my hair to the size and form of an inexpensive clown wig, with a weird band of 2cm-long tufts across the hairline. It may need appeared edgy on the blond however on me it appeared like a lawnmower had damaged down halfway doing via the job, and from the horrified look on the hairdresser’s sweating face, he knew it.
Fairly early in my profession on the West Australian newspaper I switched from darkish brown to blond hair, for no clear purpose I can now bear in mind. They stopped sending me to political doorstops as a model safety measure. After that I had shiny pink hair and an eyebrow ring, once more I can’t recall why, and so they switched me to a desk-bound column job for some time, and the primary editorial cartoonist drew a caricature that senior editors shared round afternoon information convention.
I went on a TV present and stated if I received the trophy I’d get a bowl minimize with it. I received, and my mate put the trophy on my head and chopped. I shouldn’t have the straight Beatle-style locks required to maintain a bowl minimize flat so it simply appeared like half my regular wavy hairdo had gone lacking.
However I used to be dedicated – I saved the minimize for practically a month, the fixed enlargement of the hair above my ears solely accentuated by the absence of something beneath. Who knew my brow might look so large?
I’ve obtained a mate who’s a rock star. He’s admirably self-effacing about it however that’s what he’s: a bona-fide, write-in-on-your-tax-return, rock star. We used to kick round in bands collectively however he was all the time destined for better issues: his life is now sold-out stadiums throughout the US, pool events with the Wu-Tang Clan, his face on T-shirts.
Allied to his extraordinary musical expertise, this man has a simple, charming charisma. He went and obtained a haircut that was very cool on the time: a supremely excessive buzz minimize up the edges, betopped by a cheeky fringe. He wore it, it appeared superb. I believed, “Yeah, I might completely nail that.”
I didn’t nail it. It was terrible and aggressive and made me look thuggish. Photographs from the time make me cringe. I believe I ended up simply shaving my head and beginning once more – chastened and altogether extra cautious about making an attempt to be cool.
I used to be going via a significant life change in London – I’d stop my job and was planning to journey and write a e book, so felt I wanted a brand new haircut to replicate the brand new me. I made a decision to go away my previous hairdresser of a few years, pondering she was too edgy and “didn’t get me”. So I attempted out a brand new, very costly and “stylish” hairdresser in London, who had given buddy probably the most good bob. At this new place they provide you a glass of wine earlier than the minimize, so the stylist can get to you understand you. Overcome by how cool the hairdresser was, I gave my consent to an asymmetrical bob.
It was so unhealthy – everybody I knew simply stared at me dumbfounded. I went out for a drink and who was the one different individual within the bar? My previous hairdresser! And I felt personally attacked by the Fleabag asymmetrical bob storyline.