A little shy to enter the salon – all those unforgiving mirrors
tell me I’m in the wrong place; the world of feathering,
layering and dyeing can be tough on a thin skin.
If I looked like Warren Beatty she might want to rinse me,
but I’m more of a capuchin than a cappuccino guy.
Och, I’m offsky, I must be blind:
the moon is a better mistress than a hair-stylist.