hairdressing mastery gone horribly wrong

Fifteen minutes ago, I was drying my hair.

It's a public holiday (lest we forget), I'd been up since 4.45am to go to a dawn service, and the only form of caffeine I'd had was a post-mix Coke. Hardly enough to get me buzzing.

Anyway. Back to the hairdrying.

Because it was a public holiday, there was no pressure to dry it into anything resembling a style. It just had to be dry.

So I started playing around, making the hairdryer form a part. Very artistic.

It was all well and good until the hairdryer jumped at my forehead.

Just so you know, hairdryers can be vicious. Watch out for them.