Hairy Mary? No thank you!

The morning rush hour tube in London could be slightly depressing. You're rammed up against strangers - not nice (though occasionally not so bad!), people have only recently jumped out the shower and generally smell good - very nice, some people have dreadful breath - not one bit nice, no-one looks happy - not nice and a lot of people look a shambles - dreadful.

There's a whole bunch of stuff I could bang on about here but time is precious for us all so I'm going to do a swift sharp lecture on your hair. Ladies, please pay more attention! It's very nice to believe and live the "wash and go", but you look like a drowned rats. What's that all about? Since when has it been cool to look like the bag lady's daughter? Or like a schoolgirl just out of gym class (unless you actually are a schoolgirl just out of gym class). And, unlike the tv ads where the "wash & go girl's" hair dries to a radiant and compliant symphony cascading down her back, your's doesn't. It looks like a mishapen lump on your head.

Yes, I'm being dreadfully harsh but surely someone else can see it? Why in this day and age is this acceptable? Grunge is no longer fashionable so why? And it's not as though we're talking Mission Impossible here either. Get up ten minutes earlier - that's all - pay some attention and give your hair some big love as you smooth down those once unruly locks. Hair responds amazingly to a little care and attention and believe me, as you walk down the street, you'll feel great and both you and your hair will be your very own hair advert. *sigh* How lovely is that!