‘My first hair cut made me look like a member of the Beatles’

The first time I went to a local hairdresser was in 1964. I was 15.

At the time I had long hair, which I had been ironing — yes, you read that right — to make it long and straight. My mother sent me for a hair cut, and as I’d never been before I just went along with whatever the hairdresser said.

When I returned home that day, having spent some time in the hairdresser’s seat, the look on my mother’s face was unbelievable. My father had some unkind words. “What the hell happened?” I remembering him asking.

I had told the hairdresser that I loved the Beatles, so she gave me a mop top of sorts. I quite liked how it looked, but my parents told me that it looked as though the mop had just been dumped on my head. Hey, at least I wouldn’t have to iron my hair anymore!

I went to the stadium to see the Beatles when they came to town. I remember sitting at the back, in the bleachers, and screaming like a woman possessed. My long hair might have been gone, but in my opinion the hair cut was worth it.

I’d received a free ticket to the concert, and I had new hair to go. What more could a 15-year-old want?

Do you remember your first hair cut? Was it a good look or a disaster cut?

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