I was working as a waitress...

“And yonder sits a maiden, The fairest of the fair, With gold in her garment glittering, And she combs her golden hair." -Heinrich Heine

I'd been growing my fringe out for six months but had developed a tick that was giving me whip lash, trying to keep it out of my eyes...I was also walking round head on the side like a member of Human League....so to ensure my friends didn't start calling me Phil I've had a fringe cut back in.