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VIOLET’S GUIDE TO HAIRDRESSER’S 2

VIOLET’S GUIDE TO HAIRDRESSER’S

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There are bronzed Amazonian hunks that carry the clients to their seats after they have had their hair washed and then massage their feet whilst they are being coifed by yours truly and my team of sophisticated and sultry stylists.

The coffee is served by a real life Inca and there are always tasty snacks on offer such as genuine cocoa bean paste on crackers.

The chairs are heated so that you get a nice warm feeling in your butt and your back and there are the latest magazines to read while you are having your hair styled.

Oh yes! If you haven’t been to Violet’s you have not lived!

Here is a gallery of my award winning styles, all modelled by moi.

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VIOLET’S GUIDE TO HAIRDRESSER’S 1

VIOLET’S GUIDE TO HAIRDRESSER’S

“Okay, so during the summer holidays what’s a principal to do? Well, not many people know this but I actually own the local hair salon and every summer I go along and work there for a few weeks just to keep my hand in. Let me tell you all about it…”

VIOLET’S HAIRDRESSING SALON

When I was a little itsy bisty girl I wanted to be a hairdresser. My sister Fuscia was older than me and her hair was a lot longer than mine so she used to make me put it in rollers and style it for her.

Oh how I loved the smell of curling tongs!

And I adored trying out all sorts of new styles on her. There were all the most popular styles of the 70’s as well as the ones that I made up all by myself and Fuscia got all sorts of comments when she went out and about on the streets.

Well, anyway, once I became settled as a headmistress and the importer of beautiful lingerie I decided to open up a hair salon to suit the upper class ladies of Sunset Cove. I would hate for them to think that they could ever look as amazing as me but I thought that they could at least have fun trying!

The most important thing about a hair salon is the name and I simply had to call mine after someone stylish, someone with a certain je ne c’est pas. And that someone was me. Yes, Violet’s was opened and has maintained a steady flow of customers ever since.

It might be the leopard print chairs that bring in the clients. Perhaps it is the top quality Brazilian GGgrrrr coffee that we grind ourselves. Maybe it is the neon pink towels that grab their attention. But what I think is that it is the overall realisation that they have entered a classy establishment.

You see, the walls are covered with a purple velvet shag pile carpet and the floor is white poodle fur. There are no sinks – clients get their hair washed in the waterfall that cascades down from the Aztec temple upstairs. The light fittings have been modelled on butterflies. There is a tank full of exotic pirhana in the corner of the room. And the sound of birds and insects play constantly through the boom bass speaker system.

DON’S GUIDE TO EASTER 2

DON’S GUIDE TO EASTER

My favourite Easter!

My most favourite Easter was when I won the competition for the amount of hot cross buns eaten in one sitting. I ate 583 of them – well, most of them. You see I picked out all of the raisins to put in my collage that I was entering into the Easter competition.

But when the judges found out that I hadn’t eaten all of the hot cross buns they made me pull apart my collage and eat every single raisin there was. Of course this ruined my collage and I am allergic to raisins so I got a terrible rash and threw up all over the judges.

But it was still my best Easter because I won the competition and got my face in the paper – not many people recognised me because my face was so swollen and red that I looked like I’d been melted – but I did get a great prize.

I won the fluffiest rabbit that you ever did see and I named him Clarabelle. He was so cute and used to snuggle up to me and help me with my homework. He was my best friend until the day he decided to move away with the bunny from next door and start a touring jazz band.

Easter just isn’t the same now – I try to keep busy but with Clarabelle gone it hurts me to even look at a hot cross bun.

But this year should be better. I have been asked to help out at the kindergarten eggstravaganza so I think that I will have some fun. I’m going to dress up as the Easter Bunny and hand out some beautiful eggs that I have made out of sticky plaster and fluff that I have been gathering for the past 4 months. Boy oh boy, it’s going to be a good Easter.

Hope that you have a good time too!.

DON’S GUIDE TO EASTER 1

DON’S GUIDE TO EASTER

“Hey there, it’s Don the Janitor here and I’m going to tell you how I used to spend Easter as a child in Sunset Cove”

Easter in Sunset Cove

There’s not much room in the cupboard where I was brought up but Mommy always managed to find space to put an Easter nest there so that the bunny could leave me some eggs.

The nest was so comfy that I used to fall asleep in it and Mommy got angry because I squashed one of the chickens one time. She told me that the bunny would leave his eggs with Amnesia the chook but after she was squished beyond recognition there were no eggs for me and Mommy had to go out and buy some from the farmer’s wife who lived in the cupboard next door.

I remember all my friends had great big chocolate Easter eggs given to them every year but I was always happy to just get my very own chicken egg and I would keep it for a whole 6 months until it smelled just right and then I would cook it up on the camp stove.

It would give me the rumbliest belly you have ever heard but I kinda liked that. I could perform the Sunset Cove Crescendo in Blue with my belly rumbles and Mommy made a lot of extra money from selling tickets to her Bingo group to the show.

One year I was allowed out of the cupboard and I went to the swimming pool where they fill up the toddler’s pool with liquid chocolate. I stood there watching all the kids diving in headfirst and coming out all gooey and choclatey.

It looked so cool and I couldn’t wait to get in there. But then I slipped on a leftover potato skin and fell into the pool clothes and all. They had to close the pool down because I hadn’t changed my clothes for a couple of years and they said that I was unclean and that the chocolate was unfit for human consumption.

Everyone yelled at me and gave me the evil eye but Mommy scooped up all that chocolate and took it back to our cupboard where she painted the ceiling like the Sistine chapel. It sure was a beautiful thing.

OCTAVIA’S GUIDE TO THE SECRET SERVICE 2

OCTAVIA’S GUIDE TO THE SECRET SERVICE

Undercover Operations cont…

Other famous undercover operations include

The Fluffy Pink G-String Case
The Green Banana Case
The Missing Cookies Case
The Credit Card Fraud Case
The Fake Smile Case
The Brass Monkey Case

All these cases made National News Headlines and Sunset Cove has become even more famous over the last few years just because of the Secret Service.

Criminal Justice

The Secret Service in Sunset Cove have a unique way of dealing with criminals of the underworld. Most petty criminals are paraded through town in a cage labelled “I’m a thief” or “I am the dumbest guy in town”. This is enough to keep most criminals from striking again.

One of their most famous methods of getting information out of people is using their Poly Wants a Grapher test. A macaw sits in the downtown police station and is used by the police as well as the secret service. Mr Macaw asks the suspect the questions and if the suspect is lying then the bird has a nibble on their fingers. Now these birds have very powerful beaks and the more you lie the more this bird likes to bite down hard on your fingers. It doesn’t take long for the criminal to tell all…

My role

As Octavia Vermont (only one of my aliases) I attend school in Sunset Cove and behave like a normal teenager. I am an accomplished martial arts expert, a linguist, a doctor, a lawyer, basically a genius. There is no mission I can’t handle. I know how to disarm and survive the biggest bombs, catch bullets in mid air, and fly runaway aircraft. I am the highest paid member of the Secret Service team due to my 16 years in service. I joined the service when I was 1 and haven’t looked back since. My parents have no idea of my exceptional abilities and I like to keep it that way. The less people know the better in my opinion. We have to be undercover our whole lives – living the simple small town life when really we’re on dangerous missions 24 hours a day.

Joining the Secret Service

You can’t just join the Secret Service – you must be found by them. They approach you. Even as young as one years old you could be with one of the top agencies in the world…