Current location: Soho, London11.11am, At work, admiring my hair in the mirror. When I got home last night, my housemates convinced me that midnight would be a good time to dye my hair. So I went with it. I've been bleaching it for about two years now and it's started to look pretty trashy, so I was thinking about going darker anyway. Luckily, Petros' mum is a hairdresser and he seems to know a fair bit about not ruining hair with bad dye jobs, so he was in charge. I like it. It's not much darker, but it feels nicer and, now that I am bit more ginger, I can empathise with Andy more. Ha.
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