I went to see Farrell at a hotel in London. His wife opened the door and invited me in and there stood Richard chewing gum with his gob wide open and making way to much noise in the process :x We sat down and Farrell began his sales pitch and I nodded and made all the right noises. I must say that halfway thru his patter I was impressed, it sounded like he new what he was talking about and I'd get a top of the range hairdo...brilliant! Then, two things rang alarm bells, two incidents made me think...hang on a mo! The first was Richards own HP. He leant down to show me and it was plainly obvious that he was wearing. I could clearly see the lace running from his hairline to his crown :o 'That's odd' I thunk? The second alarm bell, to cut a long story short, was the hurried appraisal of my hair condition. He made a template, covered it in line drawings and said 'that's all I need'. I said 'so that will cover my thin back and side hair then?' He said 'Oh sure, I'l make it a bit longer and it'l be fine'. I further explained that the hair from my nape upwards was also receding and Richy took a look and said 'Oh yeah, I did'nt see that' and added 'Oh, I'l make it longer to cover that' I began wondering what on earth I was getting myself into here but I was desperate and agreed to pay the £2000+ quid for two units.

I took out my wallet, it creaked open like a coffin lid, moths flew out, there were receipts from the 1970's but...

NO CREDIT CARD! I'd left it on the coffee table at home. I promised him that as soon as I got home I'd email him the CC details. Thank goodness for that two hour journey home cos I did some major re-thinking and concluded that I was about to make a big mistake.

Lucky escape?