The week after Britney Spears ended up with no hair, I ended up with twice as much. At Rodolfo Valentin's salon in New York I have been treated to his famous hair infusions.  

They are an advanced form of hair extensions that don't damage your hair but still make you look like a Desperate Housewife (which of course is my main aim in life). 

As you walk into the salon there is a big poster which reads: "Come in with the hair you've got, leave with the hair you want".

I had had a particularly dreadful haircut (at Harvey Nichols can you believe it?) and every time I looked in the mirror my hair made me alternately depressed, at how limp it looked, and furious at how much money it cost. Anyway Rodolfo sorted me out. I wafted out of his salon feeling like a million dollars. Even my husband (who normally hates all this sort of thing) concedes I am now more fun to be with and look better.