Having an absolute Riot
Not many people know that I used to paint nails for a living. Yep, after leaving university, moving back to London and trying to get into magazines I paid my bills by working as a nail technician at the most popular nail bar in London; WAH Nails.
Day in day out I would paint all sorts of designs on to the fingertips of London’s coolest girls (and of course some boys). It taught me a lot, not least how to paint tiny pictures onto a nail surface, (one girl once wanted a portrait of her 2 pug dogs on her pinky) but more importantly how to get one with just about anyone. For hours I would sit intimately close to someone, literally holding their hand, so I became adept at making small talk, as well as becoming a counselor / therapist / sounding board for every client I had. I met some great people, but the best ones? The girls I worked with.
The atmosphere was one of old-school salons, where everyone knows everyone's business, even if you're a stranger. Girls talked about everything and nothing at the same time, covering subjects ranging from politics, relationships, sex, work and family. It’s the kind of salon you could spend all day in, and as they serve tea, coffee and cocktails, there's actually no reason to leave.