Or how my head took over from my heart.
But I soon found I was a natural. Hair was putty in my hands, so to speak.
I was coached by a well known local hairdresser, Ian McCleod. He deserves a nod.
The national final was at the Tower Ballroom, Blackpool. Champagne all around!
I was riding on the crest of a wave…
And so this put paid to my dreams of being a journalist…until now…
Oh and Ursula Stonehouse (my model) whereforeartthou?