For £42 pounds, you, too, could have a young woman have difficulty understanding what you’re trying to tell her you’d like her to do with your hair, proceed to snip and chop your hair with such speed that you do not have time to tell her to stop certain things she’s doing until it’s too late, end up having one of her breasts resting on parts of your head throughout the experience(I acknowledge that this might be a draw for some, but it was not-so titillating for me) and walk out with hair much shorter and not at all what you had requested. Perhaps it would be your fault for not coming in with a picture of said request so as to dispel any possible confusion between you and the stylist. But, then again, you can’t help but not take this stylist seriously when you look at the back of your head and see that your cowlick has your hair sticking straight up, yet she says that there’s nothing she can do about it(you’ve had your hair this short before, you see, and other stylists have had no problem ensuring that you do not end up looking like Alfalfa from the Little Rascals). What it comes down to, really, is this: £42 for a not-very-good, 15-minute hair cut. OUTRAGEOUS. This was one of the most expensive, least posh, most rushed and certainly the most disappointing haircuts I’ve ever had. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not a terrible haircut. It’s just not what I wanted. And there’s absolutely nothing special about it. It’s the sort of thing I would expect to get at a Mr Toppers. For £7. When a stylist charges £42 for a haircut, I expect this stylist not to even OWN a pair of thinning sheers. Thinning sheers are for the lazy and/or unskilled. Yet a pair of thinning sheers at Victoria Lala Hair & Beauty now knows every hair on my head intimately.