Monthly Archives: November 2011

One strand at a time

Is it possible for a curly head get a decent cut in Glasgow? Or is a hat the only answer?

I live in fear. 

But not of double-dip recession, Euro bailout, sub-zero winters or any other turmoil that life throws up.

back of girl with hat on head

Destined to be a hat head?

But nonetheless, I live in fear….a very real, terrifying, troubling fear. 

A fear of the guy with the scissors – and his name ain’t Edward.  I’m terrified of going to the hairdresser.  

It started over two years ago. Actually that’s a lie.  It started about 32 years ago.  I was 4 years old and ended up with some sort of frizzy bowl-shaped atrocity on my head. 

Over the years, this fear has only intensified, and justifiably so.

I have curly hair….

I have curly hair – but I don’t think that should mean that a hairdresser sculpts my head into some sort of bonsai tree – pointed at the top and jutting out in a electrified triangle at the bottom.  And then charges me 90 quid for the humiliation. 

Remember that sentimental Baz Luhrmann song Sun Screen that doled out useful advice about living well.  Remember when he counselled – don’t mess too much with your hair or by the time you’re 40, it will look 85.

My hair looks 90

I’m 36 – 4 years away from 40.  But my hair looks 90.  I have messed too much  – except for actually going to the hairdresser in the last 2 years.  Self inflicted damage, I suppose.

2012 time to face my fears

However, in 2012 I plan to face my fears – because I can’t bare the thought of actually being 40 and having 90-year-old-hair.

So what do you think?

And while we are normally making recommendations – in this case I’m calling out into the virtual ether and asking for your top tips.  Admittedly I have my eye on a few places – mostly based on pictures on websites of women with hair nothing like mine. 

Yes, I know this is dangerous. 

 Help

-T

The beat goes on

The clocks have gone back, darkness is settling in but thankfully the beat of the drum still resonates on Buchannan Street. 

Coming out of Buchannan Galleries rhythmic pulses are heard instantly.  My youngest son and I search for the source until we find the drummer.  It’s good music and we get a wave and a smile when we drop some money in his hat.  But I can tell from the look on my son’s face, that this is not the busker he’s looking for.  And so we’re off again.

Our shopping soundtrack

The backdrop of buskers in the city centre of Glasgow is second nature – different music and noises mingling with the soundscape of the city.  From religious fervour to wee boys with oversized guitars, football skills to dodgy rapping, Glasgow is witness to it all.

But we’re like anyone, we have our favourite – an African drummer with the widest smile and sparkling eyes.  And today my son is determined to find him so we wander further down Buchannan Street. 

Not just another guy beating a drum

African drummer on buchanan street, GlasgowA new drumbeat emerges and my son finally spots him.  And then the magic begins. 

Because, this isn’t just a guy beating a drum – this is an interactive artist offering you the chance to become part of the music!  And that’s exactly what my son does – he tells the drummer his name and intern the drummer sings it back to him echoing each syllable with a rhythmic thump.  My son is thrilled with his new found fame.

As we walk further along, the African rhythm merges into the energy and passion of the Tartan clad drummers and bagpipes cutting across all other sounds.  This fiery group of musicians channel Scottish identity and pride – and they’re inviting all of us to join in the celebration.  And so we do. 

Tartan Clad Scottish Drummers, Buchanan Street, GlasgowAdmittedly as we move towards the end of the street, buskers take on a distinctly more commercial, refined feel.  A man and women with a guitar and microphone sing a song I recognise yet can’t name.  It will no doubt be in my head for days. 

Just wanted to say thanks…

These are of course only some of the buskers you’ll see.  But one short walk down Buchannan Street has taken us from Africa to Scotland, from passion to refinement.  So this weekend go out and see a busker or two, give them a nod – or even spare a bit of change – at the very least thank them for creating a fantastic backdrop of colourful, uplifting music on these darkening and cold days.

-B