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I cannot escape it any longer: it is high time for a haircut. I've never been one of those women who enjoy having their hair done. Looking at yourself in the mirror for hours, chatting to the hairdresser about who's dating whom. I dread it all. In salons, the music is always too loud for me, the conversation too vapid, the people too tanned and hip. The blow-dry at the end usually makes me look like a mushroom. Once upon a time, I had a hairdresser who understood me and my hair. I moved away and our ways sadly parted. Ah .... memories ...Ever since I've been trying to find a replacement in Antwerp. So far, no luck. If you know of a great hairdresser who is also fairly no-nonsense, please let me know!