Hair Wax - The 'Bees Knees' In Hair Styling?
Several years ago, as most things seem to be nowadays, I lived in Brighton, Sussex on the south coast of England. It was, and still is, a great place to live. 'The Pink Coconut' (q.144 in the link - the questionnaire gives you an idea of the type of club it was !), on West Street, was an excellent place to go for a night out - any night of the week ;). It transformed itself into 'Paradox', 'Barcelona' and finally 'Creation'..............but it doesn't beat a Tuesday night 'doing the 'Time Warp' with yer mates ! And around the corner to that fish & chip shop that used to stay open until 2amish in the morning. More Brighton memories at a later date.
But what has this got to do with hair wax? Well, there I was - 'a bright young thing' with a barnet like a birds nest, and not a clue what to do with it. And as often happens, particularly when you're working in a shop full of girlies and you're talking about 'hair' , - you get a recommendation to go to a particular hair dressing salon/boutique etc - there were so many in Brighton - hell there had to be some place for the out-of-work-gay -hairdressers to hang out in and have a cappuccino - this was still in the days of instant coffee for the rest of the caffeine-intaking population. Those boys had style :) . So off I went to a trendy boutique - the 'Greenhouse' or 'Glasshouse' - and had all me hair shaved down to a Number 2, and then spiked up with hair wax . This was the first time I had had hair wax in my hair - it felt kinda weird. But not as weird as it felt later on that evening................
So, after a sweaty day's retailing I, showered & changed. As I had showered since getting my hair cut - I just grabbed a HANDFUL of wax and shoved it on my head - it looked cool.........so far. And off I went to the pub where the birthday party was. The girl in question had hired the 'function room'. Under the rotating glittery silver ball, (yes - they had one!) , I strutted my funky stuff big-time. But the more I strutted - the more hot I got. And the more hot I got........the more the WAX STARTED TO MELT (!) - and pour down my forehead into my eyes. There reached a point in the dancing where I had to excuse myself as my eyes were stinging me to death - and I rushed off the dance floor to the toilets!
Now - if you thought that was funny - when I got into the toilets - it was a lot cooler - AND THE WAX STARTED TO HARDEN (!) on my forehead and eyes - I was staggering around in the bathroom clawing at my face, trying to find the sinks so I could wash all this stuff off! Needless to say word got out that there was a drunken leper shedding skin in the bathroom. And, not surprisingly enough, when I returned to the dance floor my dancing partner had vanished - do you think she heard the rumours ?
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