After Emma cut my hair...I walked outside. As the bleak Irish sun shone down on my hair, it was like all of Tullamore turned and looked at me all at once. Everyone's mouth was hanging open, traffic stopped, birds fell from the sky, and Chasing Abbey starting playing an epic song they wrote just for me (they're from Tullamore). After seeing that everyone had gathered themselves a bit... I gave just the tiniest flick of my hair, and people lost it. They were in shock at the st...ate of my ridiculously amazing hair. Women were coming up to me in droves, men were offering their wives and daughters, it was ridiculous. I quickly ran back inside and Emma gave me a cape to cover myself with, and some of that Barbicide stuff that barbers drink, to throw in the eyes of people that got too close to me. I threw the cape over my hair, for it was simply too beautiful for the townsfolk to look upon and ran home like a rabid wolverine, then I quickly penned this review. Thank you Barbers Ink, especially you Emma. See More Read Less