Tuesday, 8 March 2011
It smelled just like the halls of old Rydell
What do you do when your hairdryer, which belonged to your deceased Granny, who bought it some time in the early '90s, finally gives up the ghost and expires, emitting a cloud of smoke and an unpleasant smell?
Well, to avoid your fringe drying into 1990s boyband 'curtains', you do THIS:
[If any of my admirers are reading this, kindly avert your eyes now, as I would prefer you to continue believing that the face I paint on every morning is actually the one Nature gave me...]
Anyway, you do THIS:
And then in the morning you have THIS:
And then you dress up like a 1950s teenager and go about your day. Like THIS: