Let's talk about hair (baby). I've always had a funky relationship with my tresses. As a kid, I had too much of it; as a teen, nowhere near enough. Regardless of the issue, it's always been long. Except that one time I played Edward Scissorhands and disastrously chopped my own Rapunzel-like mane into a long bob. I didn't quite understand my Mama's disgusted reaction at the time, but looking back at pictures, I don't know how she resisted packing me off to school with a brown

It’s happening. Oh dear lord, it’s happening. I’m in the back of a cab. On my way to a very important meeting… and it’s happening. It started with a lip quiver (it always starts with a lip quiver). A few sniffles and some tongue-biting later, a solitary crocodile tear trickled down my face. Then came the self-induced blinking fit; a few more lip tremors and finally a violent cascading waterfall, blindly washing away my dignity. #PanicStations That’s how London won the fight.