It's a grim day when you think "Oh, I'll get a haircut: that'll cheer me up."
It's a worse day when you decide on the local cheap place (which has done OK before) and they completely f*ck up.
Will be wearing paper bag over head if a swim and a fierce shampooing doesn't improve it.
Worst of all, had to endure half-hour 'conversation' with excessively dull benefit-cheat hairdresser whining about her family. Did not kill her despite sharp objects so readily to hand.