So, the question presented itself to me like a glint of sun arriving for a mere moment of acknowledgement on a fast moving train: What is a hairdresser to do when he is not dressing heads of hair on a permanent basis?

When I was at high school; shy, insecure and environmentally depressed and repressed, the same two boxes would receive a red penned saluting tick mark each time my school report was released for the perusal of my parents; not to mention my own expectant hawk eyes and those of the few friends i had.

Indeed I was defined, via the teachers of St. Stephens’, as being easily distracted and a problem solver and to this very day I am still endeavouring to solve the problem i seem to commit myself to of being easily distracted!

A flip sided coin, a simultaneously existant being of equally light and dark proportions, the do-gooder who secretly discourages the doing of good deeds. Hmm..yes it can be said that my evident ambiguity has led me to much, eh, ambivalence over the years. Nonetheless, bipolarity is, as yet, not forthcoming.

And through this heartfelt, confessional honesty, the question does remain about where it would be appropriate for this stylist to find himself next. While life may mirror art and vice versa, when one is the artist amidst this supposed journey, just how should this all reflect? Introspection, it would so seem, does not always hold the answer to the asked questions. Afterall, theory and practicallity are two very opposing subject matters.

Over the past few years of my present life, i have, most definitley, ceased to seek out new ventures in the manner I had become accustomed to in previous years. I have, I like to think, given myself over a lot more to the live and kicking concepts of progression and evolution, and have thus tried solely to have faith that the right paths will open themselves to me at a time most relevant.

Therefore, it is with this faith that i must now travel and proceed and trust that the universe will lead me in the direction I most need to go; possibly and most probably still problem solving and succumbing to the ease and easel of distraction all along the way.

the eve of christmas eve. a day i am not likely to forget in the future coming closer. my lifestyle is one of on the go most often and though i have my momentary moans only on a daily basis, i do love what i do. to me, to be creative is to be alive. i feel blessed to be able to connect with people through what i do every day. blessed.

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I did something evil yesterday!

I committed a sin unforgiveable whilst shopping amidst the darkening glaswegian streets. I saw it, sitting there on the shelf, staring back at me with a faked air of nonchalance i could see right through and a mona lisa smile smirking seductively. I perspired and moved forward to pick up the objet inanimate, hoping no one would be too near to bear witness as my morals lovingly destroyed themselves.

I could not be sure which of the seven i was dancing arm in arm with as i made my way to the cash desk with none other than, whisper it in hushed tones, the new album by Katy Perry!! However i do believe all of the deadly sins were residing over my funeral that day, smiling and cackling malevolently at my self-imposed fall from grace.

‘How could you do it to yourself, Ling?’ announced the angel on my right shoulder, whilst the devil on my left danced with a demeanour of one who had succumbed to the sin willingly!

What can i say? I’ve been hooked and reeled in by one of those perfectly pristine pop hooks. Grotesque, some would indeed say, and yes my sister will most likely slap my loveable visage, but I just cannot help but dance and sing along to her infectious new tune, ‘Hot and Cold,’ and afterall, it is true, i do ‘change my mind like a girl changes clothes!’

So there we do have it, the truth has been released, I can digest my food more easily and respite is once more my colleague. Katy may well have seduced me with those vehement vocal chords and pretty perry smile, however, my gemlets, it is not all bad, Aimee Mann is still the saviour of my existence and with Christmas round the corner i get to absorb her excellent take on a Christmas album with serene substance. Moreover, I parted with £45 in the excellent Fopp yesterday, where I actually spent the best part of an hour, something I’ve not done since I was an extremely sensitive angst-ridden teenager, Ok i was 23 but keep that between us my youthful cherubs.

Truth indeed be know my evil deed had to be confessed, Katy may have momentarily stole my heart but i can already tell that our affair will not be long lived. Or will it?

What is it with grey grey grey colourless fashions right now??? I have been wandering into shops as of late thirsty for some fresh clothes to  make me salivate as i pout and pose my way through several mirror stares and im simply left wondering where all the colour has washed out to. Thus i am unable to strike any sort of convincing pose.

Now as i type, i am currently sporting a hat, a jacket, and a tailored pair of jeans of the skinny variety.  All are of the grey colour, so really who am i kidding, some might say?? However i know how to accessorize my greyness with a blend, a hint or a bold statement of colour. Not all victims of the fashion shotgun are graced with such gifts though.

As the cold winter nights approach the even colder streets of Scotland, warming colours are essential to stop us from feeling like skeletal corpses turning in our designer coffins. Perhaps though, that is what certain designers are inspired by.