Nail bars ... what the hell is that all about?
Springing up on every corner of every high street, or in the back rooms of hair salons throughout the land. Bloody nail bars.
Nail bars. Where stupid young women spend their hard-earned having tiny angels or Disney characters painted/transferred onto their finger-nails, so they can compare and compete with the girls in the office. Or where stupid older women spend their husbands' hard-earned having square-ended, plastic white talons glued onto their finger-ends, so they can compare and compete with the girls at the tennis club (where, of course, they can't actually play tennis for fear of breaking their expensive new nails!)
"Ooh, what do you fancy this week, Cheryl? Winnie the Pooh, Tigger, the Union Jack? Or what about something more topical like the Olympic Rings? Or if you're feeling really daring, you know, a bit out there, why not have marijuana leaves? Go on. I dare you. ... That'll be £45 please. ... Same time next week?"
So, girls, you can't live without your nails, eh? Well, what did you do before? Oh, I remember, you painted them yourselves with a pretty pink polish from Boots costing less than a quid and coming in a vast array of colours and finishes.
The simple truth ... you've been sold the idea that it's normal by the so-called style mags and celebs and now you're being ripped off ... it's time to fight back ... you know it's right.
Springing up on every corner of every high street, or in the back rooms of hair salons throughout the land. Bloody nail bars.
Nail bars. Where stupid young women spend their hard-earned having tiny angels or Disney characters painted/transferred onto their finger-nails, so they can compare and compete with the girls in the office. Or where stupid older women spend their husbands' hard-earned having square-ended, plastic white talons glued onto their finger-ends, so they can compare and compete with the girls at the tennis club (where, of course, they can't actually play tennis for fear of breaking their expensive new nails!)
"Ooh, what do you fancy this week, Cheryl? Winnie the Pooh, Tigger, the Union Jack? Or what about something more topical like the Olympic Rings? Or if you're feeling really daring, you know, a bit out there, why not have marijuana leaves? Go on. I dare you. ... That'll be £45 please. ... Same time next week?"
So, girls, you can't live without your nails, eh? Well, what did you do before? Oh, I remember, you painted them yourselves with a pretty pink polish from Boots costing less than a quid and coming in a vast array of colours and finishes.
The simple truth ... you've been sold the idea that it's normal by the so-called style mags and celebs and now you're being ripped off ... it's time to fight back ... you know it's right.
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