Some people are blessed with naturally shiny, luscious hair that requires little to no extra work than a simple shampoo and touch of conditioner. I, however, am not one of those lucky ones. You know when people use the excuse ‘I’m washing my hair that day’ because they don’t want to do something? I really do have to allocate specific time for my hair wash routine. So when I heard Pantene had released two brand new serums that promise shinier and healthier hair in record time, I was definitely interested.
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It was the final straw, the pointless argument that was the nail in the coffin of my disastrous on/off, mostly pen-pal friendship with David 1.0. You simply cannot call what we have been resuscitating every now and then a ‘relationship’, given we’ve not had sex since October, and then it was disappointing. The vintage physical contact took place in my lovely room at the Rosewood hotel in London, where I was staying for work. He had brought sex toys and a blindfold, so there was no skin on skin, no actual kissing, merely him rummaging, as though wanting to find Marmite in the back of a cupboard. I was not aroused. Instead I felt annoyed at the blindfold, given I could no longer admire the twinkling erotic edifice that is the London Shard.