Joe has a Hair DO
My Joe had a mop of hair - literally, if you cut it off and put it on a stick , you could have washed the floor with it. But we were going to a show, so I was wondering what to do with his wiry mane that lay every way it could lay, including sticking up. It felt like polypropylene string.
So there was I, walking along the street towards the chemists to collect some medications and just as I am about to enter the shop, a young woman came out with a simply fantastic head of hair. She had dark brown, shiney, straight hair - almost to her waist - Cher style. I stopped and gawped. I could not resist.
So I caught up with her and asked her what she used to condition her hair. After all who might know better. She looked at me, gave me a gorgeous smile and said one word: "Tresomme".
Then she asked why I wanted to know - bearing in mind that I have been bald since the age of 22. So I told her about my Joe. Much to my delight she gave me another smile and this time a kiss on the cheek.
I'd made her day - she had thought I was some sort of talent scout.
So I bought Joe a bottle of the stuff and I have been known in the shop ever since as the 'Tresomme man'.
Great story - but I would not say that the experiment was a success.
The expensive gooey smelly liquid didn't do much for horse hair.
Some months later I discovered the only thing I could do with Joe's mop - was to hog it with garden shears - or just leave it as it was - his trade mark.