Choice, huh?

I just watched another of those shampoo ads.

You know the ones. The ones heavy with bullshit science and computer-generated graphics showing how they repair and nourish your hair.

Just. Fuck. Off.

Does anyone actually believe this guff?

I use L’Oréal’s ELVIVE shampoo, because that’s what my wife buys. To be honest, I’d probably use a bottle of warm cat sick if that was what she left in the shower.

For years I used to wash my hair with shower gel, until someone said it wasn’t actually for my hair too. My hair was fine. I see no real difference now I use the over-priced “proper” stuff.

Apparently my ELVIVE is “Caring Shampoo”, although I have no idea what this means. It has never talked me round when I’ve had one of my daily descents into despair. So as for “caring”, I find a pint down the pub and a natter with a mate more effective.

I also use Palmolive shower milk, because that’s what my wife buys…

I find the term milk to be a strange one for use in the bathroom. I don’t put Brylcreem in my coffee, so it’s rather strange that I should smoother myself with milk as a means to cleanse myself.

The Palmolive range also refers to itself as “Naturals”, which is odd considering it contains styrene/acrylates, which as far as I can tell is plastic. Oil is natural, I guess.

I suppose the beauty conglomerates find the legal requirements to state their ingredients a hindrance.

If they were left to their own propagandistic devices, they’d no doubt claim that their products contain such wondrous natural ingredients as grass cuttings, pixie-dust and unicorn spunk.

And all this complete cock is in the name of choice. Oh beautiful choice.

I despair, really I do.

I’m busy at the weekend, so I’ll catch you Monday.