Thor’s Day.
Hey,
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Today is Thursday.
Or should I say Thor’s Day….Which sounds most amazingly like speaking in the Geordie dialect|
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I don’t know about you but I have always quite liked this particular day of the week.
It always seems to have infinite possibilities, because for me it has never had any particular structure.
I mean Mondays are the day you catch up with everything again, after a fine weekend of pleasing yourself and Fridays are always the start of the weekend’s fun and going out, but for some reason Thursday always slipped through the net.
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If someone rang after a long separation and wanted to meet up for a drink, I would always suggest a Thursday night, because nothing much would be happening then.
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If someone suddenly asked me to go out on a date, then once again Thursday was usually the best possibility, without altering arrangements and upsetting longer standing arrangements….and so on and so forth.
This has meant that I have had some really fine Thursdays instead of staying in to wash my hair etc.
Well, at least I know what I mean, even if it does not make much sense to you.
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Talking about washing my hair.
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When I had just started work and did not have much money, I told my older brother that it was expensive to have to keep buying so much lacquer.
You must remember that in those days it was the height of fashion to backcomb the hair into a massive beehive which was then sprayed with lacquer until it was rock hard.
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My brother had started training as an industrial chemist with a big local firm and he decided to try to help me out by making me some hair spray.
I was very keen on the idea, so he had a go.
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As it would happen, I had a date with a guy that I had been fancying for quite a time, who had suddenly asked me to go to the pictures with him,
This was great and I definitely wanted to look amazing….and I had plenty of the new, free lacquer!
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On the arranged evening….probably a Thursday!….I got all glammed up and did my make-up and my huge beehive.
Then the final touch, putting on the lacquer to keep everything in place no matter what the evening should bring ….gale force winds….nuclear attack….or a long snogging session.
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As I made my way down a back lane to the bus stop it began to rain but luckily the bus was due soon.
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There was a long line of people queuing up at the stop and I was somewhere in the middle of it.
You could hear what sounded like the bus coming up the road and everyone turned their heads to see if the bus was going to come around the corner.
When I turned my head back towards the front of the queue I saw that all of the people in front of me had not turned their heads back….they all seemed to be fixed in place staring straight at me.
They then all looked away quickly.
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Wondering what was wrong, I surreptitiously took out my compact mirror and had a quick look at myself.
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Oh My God, My hair had all turned white!
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Horrified, I dashed out of the queue and back up the lane to our flat, out of breath and in a bit of a panic.
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Upon close examination of my hair, in the bathroom, I found that each hair was covered in some form of white coating.
The bloody free lacquer must have had some kind of chemical reaction to the rain or something.
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My parents had been amazed to see me return so soon and in such a panic, and of course were fascinated by my new white hair.
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The consensus of opinion was that I should give it a good wash and see what happened.
Although I ended up using a scrubbing brush it did not all come off, so I had to spend most of the evening pulling it off in bits.
What a bloody mess.
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When my brother returned from his own, far more successful evening out, I was in a real mood about it.
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He just laughed!
And laughed!
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And laughed!
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Well, I suppose he was only trying to help….and I got over it….and even saw the funny side after a while.
Lesson number One. Don’t always try to save money
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That weird experience was almost topped when I read that a magazine article which advised that ‘ if you rubbed a raw egg into your hair then it would nourish it and make it really sleek and shiny’.
Well, what young girl does not want to steal a march on her competitors.
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I duly left a night clear to try out this sage advice….probably a Thursday night!
Obviously, if one egg was good, then two must be even better.
I quickly rinsed my hair and went to kneel in front of the living room fire and dry it.
I sat there quietly, enjoying the heat, while my parents sat in their chairs on either side of the fireplace, reading their papers.
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Eventually it seemed to be dry, so I went back to the bathroom to have a good look at my newer, shinier hair.
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It was disgusting.
All covered with bits of cooked egg.
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It took absolutely ages to get most of it off.
My mum and dad helped to pick out the bits that I could not see.
But they laughed.
And they laughed.
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And they laughed!
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Lesson Number Two. Always rinse your hair thoroughly.
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AHHHH, those were the Thursdays!
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Take Care.
J x
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