God: “You called?”

26 January 2007

The day before I went to Cannes, I had my haircut. My usual David Arquette-lookalike wasn’t available, so I had a younger stylist. She was a nice girl, but had an unusual turn of phrase: every answer I gave to her questions was greeted with the same initial response.

“I’m going to Cannes at the weekend”
“Oh my God!”
“A friend of mine is a musician…”
“Oh my God!”
“… He’s giving a concert down there”
“Oh my God!”
“I make websites”
“Oh my God!”
“I live at home with my parents”
“Oh my God!”

and so on… it was a nice appointment, though the part where she stopped cutting my hair for a few moments and stood back and poked at it with a comb while looking thoroughly perplexed was somewhat disturbing. Fortunately it all came right in the end though!