Washing hair was a major operation in 1959. There were no hairdryers. You put curlers in your hair and it took hours to dry. Graham was my sarcastic older brother.
I can't think of anything that has happened today except that I've changed my hairstyle. I washed it this evening and discovered myself to be absolutely sick of my old one, which consisted of hair flopping at will over my face. So I stuck all the pins in the other way round and now it sort of shoots up and over my head. Dad says it looks French, Graham says it makes me look like Beethoven and Mother thinks that it will help my spots.