Anything I could have subtitled this post wouldn’t have been funny enough; so I just decided screw it, I’ll make it painfully straighforward. That way I’m still being clever. By not being clever.
Ahem.
Stage 3
Hair technician: Oisin (again)
Positives: It’s red!
Negatives: It’s a bit too red.
There’ll be oodles of noodles photos on flickr, once I’m bothered to sort them out. At a rough count we took almost 300 pictures over the three days - far more than any normal man should take of himself in a year 
Donal already sort of spoiled the pun in the title (which I was saving up for two days), but I still feel my version adds a certain something. Donal, you may have beat me to the punch here; but in a battle of puns, I always have the last laugh 
Sorry the first post about this process was a bit sparse, but that was because I had the most intense headache I’ve had in years… who know putting corrosive substances on your head for an extended period of time could have negative side effects? Shocking!
Stage 2
Hair technician: Oisin
Positives: Actually blonde now, instead of blondish/orange/undefined. My hair still didn’t fall out.
Negatives: My scalp feels tingly all the time.
The next step is the last, but since Oisin is my self-declared stylist from now on I have to wait until he’s free next. Not to mention that if I put more dye in my hair anytime soon there could be… problems.
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