‘Ice to see you.’ Erm…
I’ve always been sceptical about hair products. With Pantene offering some 628 classes of shampoo to administer such effects as shine, gloss, and perhaps even outright luminescence, I have historically taken to calling the company’s bluff. It’s all the same caustic mix, one should reason while stroking one’s chin grandly.
And this was a view I cherished dearly till this day, when I made the tragic error of applying father’s “Ice Light” emollient to my scalp. Its promise of an immediate transmutation of heavy, lifeless hair into a shiny and weightless variety gave me good reason to scoff in a titanic sort of way, and shake my head in disbelief.
Exposure, now, to the gusts of air caused perhaps by lifting a book causes my hair to streak back fiercely as if blasted out of a cannon over the Irish Sea. If this has undone three years of trying to impart some modicum of weight on my hair, I shall co-ordinate a dance of turmoil.
About me
I'm Jack. Sometimes my hair is untidy, riddled with goblins and smurfs. When I scream into the Grand Canyon, it inspires pained howling in wild dogs and wily coyotes, and compels all leaf-eating mammals to scuttle for higher ground in wait of the great flood. I think Goku is an existential paragon. My life's trajectory is adjusted towards becoming a hermit and dying alone somewhere on top of a golden mountain at sunset. Which is a jolly good innings, all told.
