It could be an age thing or stress, but I recently developed a bald patch bang in the centre of my hair. Confidently hirsute and hot on mane maintenance, I was shocked (horrified actually) when I spotted the depilated gap which had appeared without warning. Though half the size of a 50 pence piece, when the wind blew or I flicked the wrong way, it flashed like a winking beacon in the dark.
ands up if you go to the hairdresser’s once a week? Once a month? Every six weeks? If any of the above apply to you, then you probably spend more than £2,000 a year on your hair. Almost a quarter of British women do the same, so there’s really no need to feel embarrassed.
After the Queen and wonder horse Frankel, one name is synonymous with Royal Ascot — Audrey Hepburn. Though her association with the Berkshire track is entirely filmic, her appearance there as reformed flower girl Eliza Doolittle has never been surpassed and every woman dressing for Ladies’ Day hopes to capture something of the My Fair Lady “Hep factor” in their choice of headwear.
The rumble in the fashion world started months ago. A new version of The Great Gatsby was on its way to a cinema near you and every manufacturer, boutique, hair salon and bar was prepared to embrace Art Deco design and jump on Baz Luhrmann’s dazzling bandwagon.
Brent Cross has never seen anything like it. Men who would ordinarily be shuffling through the centre in the wake of their born-to-shop spouses were suddenly parading like peacocks across the marble floor.
Do you think your man needs a makeover? Does your Dad need to dapper up his game? This is your chance to make that happen as Jeff Banks has kindly offered £250 spending money to a fella who needs a bit more fashion in his life. Whether it’s something casual for the weekend or a spanky suit for a big night out, the lucky winner can peruse the rails in the new Brent Cross store.
Forgive the short notice, but it’s Mother’s Day on Sunday. With its Lent/Easter associations the date understandably doesn’t feature on the Jewish calendar, so that gets me off the hook. With everyone — except my mother.