From: Shift Control <nobody@faust.guardian.co.uk>
Date: Mon, 2 Jun 1997 14:17:37 -0700 (PDT)
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Subject: Curl up and dye
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This week, in the Hair issue of Shift Control...

"To be fair, I've never left a hairdresser's happy. In fact, I don't 
know anyone who hasn't fled from a hairdresser's in search of the 
nearest reflective surface (I chose the window of an Iranian rug 
importer on Piccadilly) to try and rub away the salon-induced feeling 
of idiocy. But on this day I was particularly woeful. The haircut was 
nothing a five-year-old boy would have been ashamed of. But I'm a bit 
older than that. My own mother, who I saw later that day for the 
first time in two years, said I looked like a 'dork'." - Paul Robinson 
on getting a high-class haircut.


"'And the new world champion for imperial whiskers is... Jurgen 
Burkhardt!' When it dawned on the short German dressed in the Kaiser 
outfit that he'd won his event, the loops at either end of his huge 
moustache began to twitch maniacally. The dimensions of the new world 
champion's imperial growth were staggering. From left to right, 
including the loops, it