Oi love! Like yer hair!

I was wandering back from the corner shop earlier, in my usual spongy like daze (mind on higher things...) when suddenly from above someone shouted 'Oi, Love! Like yer hair!'. Didn't want to stand around looking upwards like a fool and there was no one else nearby (am assuming it was directed at me) so it seemed best to just keep walking.

But desperately wanted to shout back, 'No! This isn't good hair! This is what happens when most of the red runs out, you are left with a flourescent like mess and you don't bother to straighten or even brush it!'.

Hopefully they'll be looking down again when it's been redyed ;)