Super-superlambananas!

I had a day of them today! The Wirral has been "invaded" by a sub-flock of five superlambanas and so I went out to see what the good folk of Birkenhead made of them.

Then I went to get my hair cut over in Liverpool and I just couldn't resist collecting some more.

Turned out my hairdresser was an old PR chum who escaped agency life and the god awful grad scheme we were both part of six months before I did. She's now working at her mum's swanky salon in Lime Street, great girly gossip from her - she put the wag in chinwag.

Then I went and ruined her work with a sweaty gym session - hair now back to it's usual haystack look.