the doll was a right looker (the woman who performed the haircut was quite attractive)

den, when de lass woz done tinkering wid de blades, I had a riverdance at the picasso (once she had finished cutting my hair I looked in the mirror)

and stone the bleedin crows if me god damn barnet didn’t look like sodding roadkill !!!!! (I was certainly taken aback when I realised that my “curse in the name of the lord to extenuate my feelings” hairs appearance was not satisfactory and in fact resembled a dead animal whose death was caused by an interface with a vehicle moving at high speeds upon a highway)

I was feckin gutted! (I was most displeased – so much so it felt as though someone had removed my vital organs)