My hair is quite frankly ridiculous. In its natural state it is a hideous mass of kinks, frizz, corkscrew curls and un-uniform waves and there is no way in heaven that I would step outside of my own front door without giving it some serious treatment which is why, earlier this year, I was struck with unparalleled fear when my much loved straighteners packed up without warning one morning ten minutes before the school run. Once I had composed myself, I made a plan. Abandon walking - take the car. Wear a hat and head straight to the back door of Argos. Wait until there was no one around, dip in, make my purchase and straight home to play with my new toy. Mission ...  Read the complete review