Dorothy was upset.
She had a beautiful dress to wear (Moschino had lent it to her) and a snazzy pair of red shoes that didn’t give her the usual new-shoe blisters. But her hair was a mess.
It was that damned tornado. She looked like her friend the Scarecrow. (No wonder the Cowardly Lion cried when he saw her. It was a hideous sight).
So she clicked her heels three times, repeating ‘There’s no place like Real’, and arrived at her favourite salon. There she found a wizard called Josh Wood, a wise man with lots of experience who prescribed a bespoke Winter Rescue Treatment for her. This was a luxe deep conditioning mixture — full of vitamins and minerals. Wood’s minions massaged it into her scalp for ten minutes and placed her under a steamer, where she caught up on Pop magazine with a cup of tea.
No one fussed around her. (They knew who she was, but they were used to famous people here).
A quick blow-dry later and she had the glossiest hair in all of Oz. It stayed like that for months, and she didn’t have nightmares ever again.
Even when the wind blew.
Real Hair, 6-8 Cale Street, SW3 (020 7589 0877 or realhair.co.uk).