January!

This week has been a bit slow, but as this is my first proper blog post I’ve decided to write. After all this mostly a writing exercise. My week was simple, yet it was exciting for me as life tends to be monotonous if you don’t notice the changes. On Tuesday I had a haircut in town, at a really hipster-y place called “Keeping the Faith” that was recommended to me by a friend of a friend. Originally I was only going to fix my phone but I decided to hit two birds with one stone, I’d been wanting to try out a younger barbers for a long time, to surrender creative power to the guy with the scissors just once and see if it looked better different.


Keeping the faith was a nice place, clean and monochrome with quotes and random images around the wall. I sat there silently, considering what was about to happen. I felt weirdly anxious, as if my change of hairdresser and potential change of haircut was going to have a large impact on my life. I watched as the two barbers worked on the people before me. There was a guy in a beanie with a beard who reminded me of Rhett from “Rhett and Link” (if he was a young hipster with doodles covering most of his upper body.) He worked alongside a barber with shaggy artificial blond hair and piercings that seemed rather gothic. Being a rather conservative person – more of a Quentin than a Margo – I was beginning to get concerned. I started hoping that I’d get the hipster over the Goth.

The moment the seat was free I met the hipster. I asked him for advice and he referenced to a few signs, checking over his decisions before orbiting me a bit more. He looked at my hair like a bird in a nature documentary would look at a camera, cocking his head fascinated before continuing to make small talk about his tattoos and his awesome denim apron after he finished with me I paid him with tip and he handed me his business card (@thatbarberjaime on Instagram) I went home, unaware of how impossible my hipster hair would be to recreate, it was nice while it lasted.

The next day I visited ignite, the most middle class and most intelligent events on my calendar for a few months. It was my second time and it didn’t disappoint. When I ordered at the bar I recognised a familiar face that seemed as a ghost in my memory … then it hit me! She was a welsh vlogger (albeit one that doesn’t post often) who I watch on occasion. She was cute, in a very natural, indie way. Kind of like Anna Kendrick’s character from pitch perfect if she was welsh, I had to shake the smitten feeling away and order food/drinks for the event that took me a moment to do. In other news I’ve concluded that wales is tiny, one welsh blogger down, one to go!

I managed to get the table number wrong down to my crap memory and had to dash to apologise, looking slightly flustered as I went. When the event finally began it was good, introduced by a woman called Rhiannon who worked in a sex toy shop and did a talk last year. She was very entertaining and managed to warm the crowd up with a variety of games cheer triggers. This time the talks were considerably more interesting than my last visit with two anonymous guests, shout out to the ‘medical gimp’ who talked about crime analysis, he totally knocked it out of the park *Insert crime metaphor/pun here.* that being said there were a few boring talks but I don’t want to dwell on them. Over all it was a brilliant night and even my plus one (a creature of habit who went skeptically) ended up actually enjoying it.