But injuries aside, I heard a great saying the other day: "There is only one hair-style that suits you ... now just get on with it". What a relief. Over the last 25 years, ever since I was old enough to go to the hairdressers by myself, I reckon I've had 50 hair styles. 20's bob, straight, wavy, scary flat-top, long and layered, elvis quiff, non-descript, shaggy, boyish, long down to my waist. And the winner in my Hair Hall of Shame was that hideous day in the 80's when some moron layered my hair to within an inch of its life and drenched it in gel. She then made me hold my head upside down while she blow-dried my hair upwards and outwards until it was the size of Northumberland.
I'm weathering a bad-hair phase at the moment. But now I know there is only one style that suits me, I'm going to let my hair grow long again, wear it in a pony-tail most of the time, and never think about changing it ever again. Phew.