At around the age of 6 or 7, most of us probably had a go at cutting our own hair, much to the distress of Mammies the length and breadth of the country. Maybe you went for a stylish, quarter of an inch long, lopsided fringe; maybe you chopped the whole lot off and were lucky not to remove your earlobes as well. Either way, I bet your Mammy roared crying when she saw what you'd been up to.
Now that we're that much more grown up [ehem!], that bit older and wiser [ehem!], I have a ceist beag for you.
What's the maddest thing you've ever done in your quest to look your best? And - most importantly - how did it turn out!
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G'wan, tell all!
