The hairdressers is always a shameful experience for me, as I slink in through the back door and sneak my way up to the counter.
"Shields" I whisper to the trendy lady before me, my hands desperatedly straggling through my own rat-tails in a pathetic attempt to tidy it up a bit. "Susie Shields".
The lady turns round and with one dazzling woosh of
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I still have blonde bits from the peroxide at 15, haha. What a whiley wee scamp I was.
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