Shall we talk about my hair? I know I could go on and on about Elton’s party, Heidi’s A-mazing Atelier Versace yellow mini dress or even talk about the last few shows in Milan but shall we talk about my hair instead?
Cheating on your hair stylist is one of those unforgivable sins. You know they are gonna find out but sometimes you just have to do it. Now, I have a great stylist. If you are ever in Nice I can definitely recommend a trip to Kult but having been on the road as part of the BOTD world tour, for an eternity, my hair was starting to look a little on the crazy side. With endless fashion events in London I had to look my best and I had no other choice but to cheat.
When choosing who to have an affair with, appearance is crucial. I opted for a salon in Notting Hill with a stylist who thought she looked like Rihanna circa Disturbia but actually looked like a poor man’s Emeli Sandé. Fortunately this was great for me as I think I look like a poor man’s Emeli Sandé but actually look like a rich man’s Jedward (it’s ok, I can take it!).
Anyway. It was a terrible affair, played out in full below. This is “exactly” how it happened, with Amber playing the role of me and newcomer, Grace playing the role of “Emeli.”