Bad Hair Day

"My father was very strict about table manners and I still feel a little thrill of naughtiness if I hold my knife like a pen. To this day I'd be afraid to rest my elbows on a table, even if I was having sex on it." Raised on the roughest council estate in Harlow by parents who thought it was a sin to be common, Heike was never going to be an ordinary child. In BAD HAIR DAY, she recounts formative years buffeted by the winds of social convention, Enid Blyton, ponies, puberty, hairdressing, punk, sex and the New Romantics. Finally Heike crashes into suburban domesticity - but not as we know it.