Finally, after over a year of avoiding hairdressers and all things related, I braved the fear of having my locks tampered with and went to Al Couture and all my fears melted away in the hands of such professionals. I admit I usually only go to hairdressers who charge a little and cut off a lot, so it was a bit of a shock to be watered with cappuccinos, detangled, trimmed, blow-dried and curled until I didn’t recognise myself. I had to spend the walk home admiring myself in shiny surfaces and hoping I bump into people I knew so they wouldn’t recognise me.
Anyone out there nervous and in need of a haircut should definitely head to Benet Street in Cambridge and deliver yourself into the hands of Al and his team.