Mr. Pink

Going to the hairdressers is one of my favourite things to do. Not only because I love to have my hair washed (possibly more than anything else in this world…) but also because it involves sitting down with a cup of tea and Hello! magazine for an hour (guilt free), being waited on hand and foot and gossiping.

(Wow, I think this blog entry is almost as banal as Winkleman writing about her fringe in the Indie. Stay with me…)

But I never tip my hairdresser, even though it’s encouraged.

I always tip at restaurants (if the service and meal haven’t been dreadful, at least) and I often let my taxi driver keep the change if he’s been nice and not driven round the houses. But I never tip my hairdresser. I don’t know…it just doesn’t feel like the right thing to do. I don’t really have any justification for not doing it – not like, “they should earn decent wages in the first place and not have to top it up with tips”. I don’t really know what they earn so I can’t really base my argument on that.

It’s just that I’m not sure what I’d be paying for over and above what I asked them to do? (Except maybe the waiting on me hand and foot, I suppose…).

And, if I did…how much to pay? If my haircut costs £70 (which it does – and, before you freak out, that’s how much it costs a girl. In fact, it costs more than that, I get it cheap because my hairdresser is nice and I’ve been going there a long time), then do I pay 10%? Because, that’s quite a lot. But having been going there a long time, would it be weird to start tipping?

I don’t know.

The new Elbow album is nice. Mirrorball, especially.

Starlings

How dare the premier ignore my invitation
He’ll have to go
So too the bunch he luncheons with
It’s second on my list of things to do
At the top is stopping by your place of work and acting like I haven’t dreamed of you and I and marriage in an orange grove
You are the only thing in any room you’re ever in
I’m stubborn selfish and too old
I sat you down and told you how the truest love that’s ever found is for oneself
You pulled apart my theory with a weary and disinterested sigh
So yes I guess I’m asking you to back a horse that’s good for glue and nothing else but find a man that’s truer than
Find a man that needs you more than I
Sit with me a while and let me listen to you talk about your dreams and your obsessions
I’ll be quiet and confessional
The violets explode inside me when I meet your eyes
Then I’m spinning and I’m diving like a cloud of starlings 

 

 EDIT: I should probably have acknowledged this, shouldn’t I? Bad JH! So, yes. It’s “Starlings” by Elbow. Lovely.

In my defence…

Omar appears to have classed 27th March as a FAIL in the BusChallenge. Now, I have to debate this. What has actually happened is that, in good faith, I agreed to get the bus to work on the aforementioned date. However, since agreeing the dates, I have agreed to go to a seminar in London on that morning and will be getting the train at 5.30am. Admittedly, I will be driving to the train station but that’s because I’M GETTING THE 5.30AM TRAIN. And the train technically counts as public transport. And I’ll be getting the tube too. That’s TWO KINDS of public transport.

So, whilst I am willing to concede a day’s bus journey, I’m a little upset that I have been branded a failure. I knew this challenge would end in tears.

Furthermore, I have discussed this with my mum and she agrees with me. So there.

For the weekend…

Week two of the BusChallenge™ draws to a close with a self-satisfied feeling of overwhelming smugness. I chatted to a couple of the regular bus users today (Chris is still laughing at what he is now referring to as “Jenn’s Bus Club”) and survived the onslaught of a bus full of sixth formers (I refuse to believe that I dressed and spoke that ridiculously when I was 17). Anyway, all is well and next week, there may even be some walking done (weather permitting).

Also, this link from Omar is FUCKING AMAZING. I downloaded the SXSW torrent last year but got bored with it almost immediately because it was just too overwhelming so I deleted it. How can the brain take in over 763 songs at once? It takes me a good week or so to get to grips with one album. Well, this man listened to the whole damn thing and gave six word reviews of every single last track and rated them too. Granted, we appear to have polar opposite taste in music but his reviews and the asides in between reviews are funny and smart. And all the music is (legally…I think) free. So why not download something you’ve never heard of before this weekend?

Which reminds me, it has been my intention for three years now to attend SXSW. I will do it in 2010. Anyone fancy a week in Austin, Texas?!

Still those dancing days

I hate to bang on about it (well, not really, but I’m trying to be thoughtful) but I’ve been listening to that Those Dancing Days track that I posted earlier on repeat all day now and I’m fairly sure that it’s physically impossible to feel anything but sheer happiness whilst it’s playing. So I started to wonder if there are any other songs that can elicit that kind of response in me.

There is only one that I can think of…

“Surely you’ve all heard it by now, but more and more I’m beginning to realize that “Trains To Brazil” is my favorite song of all time, so if even just one of you has yet to be touched by its graces then I’ve done my job. And when I say “favorite song of all time”, I don’t mean it’s up there near the top or it’s one of my favorites, but rather I believe it’s truly my single favorite song of the last 2,000 years. It has a lot to do with the memories it’s linked to…but it’s the song’s unimpeachable message that makes it so enduring: whatever’s got you down, get over it because life is fucking beautiful.”

(From here.)

I concur.