Conversation at the office turned to the 1980s, a time few of the team can remember for most of them were born late in the decade.
I wanted to impress my colleagues with what I like to think of as my trend-setting past.
“I had blue hair” I confided, thinking of my punky pixie cut with navy blue tips. The cut was delivered by a male stylist in Manchester’s St Ann’s Arcade. It was the dernier mot in hair design. The stylist was just back from Berlin where there was then still a wall. Truthfully, the whole experiment with indigo was a bit of a disaster–I looked like a chubby hedgehog–but I glossed over this detail and was sure the team would be suitably impressed.
“You must have looked just like that woman in Are You Being Served?” said Sam “The one whose hair changed color every week.”
Hmmm. Mrs Slocombe. It is one thing for them to think of me that way now, but it is definitely alarming to know they consider that I have been fifty for at least 30 years.