Bobbers Hairdressers

Bobbers is a lovely place, the staff are excellent considering my stereotype of hairdressers (which I’m sure I’ve previously mentioned). I went along for a colour and cut with Stacey.
She was really friendly and reassuring as I was a bit concerned about the new style. She talked me through every stage, explained what she was doing — unlike in some salons where all you see is huge clumps of hair falling onto the floor whilst the hairdresser is shouting to her friend on the other side of the salon, not even looking at the back of your head.
The massage chair alone is worth the visit — but maybe not the price. I agree with the review below… very expensive.

Now then, I’ve said I’m a fan of this place, however my purse is not. As a birthday treat, my mum booked me in to this stylish hairdressers to get a bit of an overhaul. She was expecting to pay around £50-£60 for me to get my colour done. The final price was actually £108, and that was with a 25% reduction! (I later found out that the reduction was just on the cost of the hair dye as opposed to the whole shebang).
Let me tell you what was good about the place though. Firstly, I met with one of the stylists, Bev, who discussed exactly what she was going to do to my poor ravaged hair. Then, as it was quiet, I had two hairdressers working on my head whilst listening to the Cheryl Cole album and attempting to join in their discussion on how if Cheryl can’t keep a man, no one can. Then a couple of Vogue’s were handed to me and I was left under a space-​age looking heater while the dye did it’s thang.
Now comes my favourite part. I went over to the sink to get my hair washed. Wait, it gets better. I sat down in a comfy leather armchair and tipped my head back into the sink. Then the girl said «just watch your feet» — ‘why am I watching my feet?’ I thought. Well, next thing the chair started to recline and I’m pretty sure it heated up too. And then it started to massage me. Now, I’m a typical girl — I like people messing with my hair anyway; but when you’re on a reclined, heated, massaging armchair getting your head massaged and lathered the £108 almost seems worth it!
After that it was back to business and I soon forgot the chair as my hair was primped and tousled and various people tried to explain what products were being thrown onto my head. All in all, it was very professional, if not a little try-​hard. After all, surely the best bit about going to a hairdressers (other than getting your hair done) is having a good gossip? And even though it was only my first time there, surely I could still have participated in a bit of friendly banter?
However, it was evidently not a social visit, and I was soon blow-​dried to within an inch of my life and standing in front of the reception desk looking dazed and confused and trying to pretend that paying over £100 for a hairdo was normal. I was informed that if I came on Tuesdays it’s 25% off colour, even though it says Mondays on the pack I was given, and also handed a pack of sweets with their name on as I was a first time customer. I was offered a range of haircare products but managed to fob them off with an «oh no I’ve just done a big shop!» line. I was also given my hair plan of what was done to my hair and was used on my hair so I could repeat it next time I came back…
I think I managed a weak smile at this point and just wanted to sit down with a strong drink. They evidently take hair very seriously. As a nice finishing touch, they asked me where I was parked (I couldn’t admit that I’d come on public transport) and offered me an umbrella in case it started raining — as I didn’t want to ruin my new hair. Stupidly I declined the umbrella, even though looking at the expensive furnishings and Bang&Olufsen phone, the umbrella was likely to be worth a third of the cost of the haircut and I could’ve sold it!