here´s the deal. I´ve got unruly, curly hair. This mop and its potential for
disaster in the hands of unknown hairdressers has filled me with dread all my
adult life. Oh how they love to tease, and twist and generally manhandle me,
until I come out looking more demented than Kate Bush.
with some trepidation that I entered possibly the smallest hairdressing salon
in the developed world. Well in fact, the first time I waited outside for
twenty minutes in the damp March drizzle for Manolo to arrive to open up shop.
Things weren´t looking good. But
eventually the man with the magic fingers arrived, pulled open the graffitied
metallic shutters and let me in.
know what, there´s a happy ending to this inauspicious start. Manolo knows how
to cut and colour hair. I say it like it´s a surprising thing. NEWSFLASH:
HAIRDRESSER KNOWS HOW TO CUT HAIR! But you never know in this world.
Ok so I
lived in London, yeah it’s the coolest city in Europe (blah blah) and like various other daft women, I
have spent almost 150 quid getting my haircut and coloured in pretentious
salons. But I would genuinely say that Manolo/Gloss (Manolo is Gloss by the
way) has done the best job so far and at a fraction of the price.
Bit of info
about Manolo, he loves guiris, he’s an anglophile, can be grumpy, but is mostly
very funny. And knows all the latest indie guitar bands coming out of my your
country that you’re too uncool to have every heard of.
Roman end. Tel 666 860 008