There comes a time in every brunette's life when she thinks to herself, "Golly, I wonder if blondes really DO have more fun?". Upon which ruinous thought she embarks on adventures perilous and sundry to turn her auburn tresses into a bleached, straw-like substance, and thus, have more fun.
The worst bit is when said brunette thinks to herself, "I shall be a trooper and save the money by piling harmful amounts of bleach upon my head."
The result is always, we learn, closer to the colours orange or neon yellow. Now, some ladies (read: many, many ladies who bleach their hair blonde) are fine to walk around with neon yellow, burnt gold hair. But those with a lick of sense and some desire to look more human than scarecrow, will eventually seek out a professional hairdresser.
Enter Theo Georgio, stage right. Cue wailing and gnashing of former auburn-tressed maiden as she begs the kind sirs at Theo Georgio to please, please give her "human coloured hair".
After literally three hours of testing, scientific deduction and sweat-inducing mathematical calculation, the fine chaps at TG declared a solution to the problem. It would take a further three hours and cost £120.
Gulping back tears, I (in case you hadn't clued in, I was the fair maiden with burnt orange hair) acquiesced, shelled over said cash, and settled back with my cappucino to discuss life with my wonderful hairdresser, Anthony.
Afterward, my hair looked AMAZING. It looked good enough to eat, soft, supple and blonde. Most importantly, it looked like human hair, not donkey's hair. Gone was the straw bale, and here was shiny radiance I thought Pantene manufactured with a spotlight.
Theo Georgio continued to save my hair until, tired of the cost and the fact that blondes (at least this one) weren't turning out to have more fun, but merely to spend more time in the hairdressers, I gave up the idea and returned to my roots (pun fully intended).
But this is the best hairdressing experience I've ever had outside of L.A. I felt like a million quid, and was treated exceptionally well, and my hair attended to as if it were rare beluga caviar. You know what I mean.
I defy you to get a better hair treatment and better customer service at a hair salon than Theo Georgio.