Sat 05 May 2007About FacePhyl Clarkemeets John Frieda, the king of frizz
controlI was having a bad hair day - on the most important hair day of
my life. Overcome with excitement at the prospect of meeting my
hair hero, John Frieda, I had played it safe and washed my hair the
night before, as it often sits better the next day. Next morning,
with the taxi waiting outside, I was still taming my curls, adding
a bit more product here and there, but there was no saving the day.
Instead of a sophisticated, silken head, I was going to present -
horror of horrors - a dolly-mixture of some parts frizz and others
lying limp, drowned in product. I was going to meet the second most
important man in my life looking like Mungo Jerry. The best I could
do was pop on my trusty hair band, along with some earrings to
deflect attention from the bird's nest mess on my head.