Freedom 24/7 - Cordless Hair Straightener - Rechargeable Ceramic Styling Iron - Black

Be among the first to own the latest and most advanced cordless hair straightener on the market!

With it's top quality salon standard floating ceramic and tourmaline plates that heat up to 200 degrees in around 60 seconds, the super effective little Freedom 24/7 Ceramic styler will leave your hair shining and radiant! Whether your hair is fine or heavy, straight or curly, the variable heat settings will ensure your locks are catered for!

Incase you are in need of a quick fix on the move, also provided is an in-car charger so you can always have your styler at the ready, and a spare battery that you can keep fully-charged for a swap-over when ever you need it. The UK, EU and US mains adaptors included in the box ensure this is a perfect travel companion for those who want to get straight locks abroad!

The 2.5 x 8cm size ceramic and tourmaline plates ensure that your hair is not only styled to a fantastic level, but there is no risk of damage to your hair, and its as easy to create straight hair as it is to make flicks, waves and curls! With tourmaline infused ceramic plates of this standard, you can benefit from shiny, lusterous frizz-free hair on the go!

Add to all these features the 60 minute useage time per battery per charge, and these straighteners are as good in the home as they are on the move!

This is the BLACK version of the styler - simple and elegant.

Benefits include:

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Most advanced cordless straightening tool on the market guaranteed!
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Ceramic and Tourmaline plates with 60 second heat-up time
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Charger base and spare battery included
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UK, EU and US mains adaptors
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In-car charger for on-the-move styling
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Stylish presentation box with magnetic fastening

SLAP!
“Grunt”
SLAP!
“Grunt”


Mike: “I think he wants me to turn over?”
Me: “I think you should do whatever he wants!!….”

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The city of Izmir – to be honest is a nice little city, friendly people and all but nothing to shout home about (or dribble on in a journal!) so we figured that this would be a good stop to get some personal maintenance done, sine we had racked up some travel miles already.

Hamams (Turkish Baths) we had heard of “them” and we had been recommended “them” but never experienced “them”. Today all that was going to change. As one of the locals leads us to one of the local baths in the main street.

Mari is ushered off to her own separate “woman’s” area whilst Mike and I are greeted by our ‘organiser’ – an Andre Aggassi look-alike.

Both of us trying to be cool and give that “oh this, we have done this about hmmm must be a million times before..” look we are lead into a room to strip down and get ready – Get ready for WHAT???

Wearing water proof slippers that are 9 sizes too small and a bitsy winey tiny towel wrapped around me, I prance across the room like ballerina to where I get to sit under a fountain and splash myself with warm water with a Tupperware container. Not too sexy!. After 10mins of that and pretty bored with my own “christening” I walk into the sauna where there is already an overweight Turkish man already sweating pools of who knows what.

With the greeting out of the way (a couple of grunts and a nod) I sit there and begin to sweat. And sweat and then sweat some more. I look over the beast next to me, he looks back and then believes that I am not sweating enough. So the big guy gets up and drops a lazy litre of water onto the hot coals. Ok now it is warm!

Just before my eyeballs boil and pop out of my face I am saved – well that is what I thought. Through the steamed up glass there is VERY HAIRY MAN trying to get my attention. Again English language is not high on the agenda, I follow him out where I am told to lie on a large square marble slab. I look across to find Mike laying at the other end of the marble table.

Ok – a little break here, while I try and explain what is going on in my head. Here I am lying on a marble slab and since I have never died before, I have not experienced an autopsy situation but this is what it must feel like. I look down towards my feet and check to see if there is tag tied to my big toe…

Before my brain could go another further with my sadistic thoughts, the big guy begins splashing me down with more water (because I need it!) and then starts to ‘sand-paper’ my skin. Some call it exfoliate I call it sandpaper to the bone! Once he believes that he has caused enough redness on my skin – he begins to lather me up with a giant Bubble Making device (like a balloon). Now it is starting to feel nice and relaxing – until two things occur:-

1. There are so many bubbles generated that it starts to cover my face and get into my eyes, so now I can’t breath and cannot see.

2. The slapping begins. Which I assume means move over/roll over.

So both Mike and I are like two trained seals – SLAP – rolls this way, CRACK – move that way. This carries on for about 15 minutes. Feeling rather exhausted and rather demoralised - I had no idea that there was more to come. The Turkish Massage.

I am a big fan of a massage, the rainforest music and all. But this was an ancient form of torture. More things that I did not know about myself:-

1. My ankle and ear can touch – when forced.

2. My shoulder, elbow and fingers can come to the brink of dislocating, without actually dislocating.

3. Whilst covered in soap bubbles and lying on marble slab – You will slide off when being massaged.!

To be honest, it was great! And I recommend it to anyone and everyone! A must do!

At the end of it all, Mike and I are sitting in the main room, w

Friday afternoon and we have some decorators in the office, painting the entrance hall. Driven by a strong smell of solvents, I decide to pen these lines. Only problem is, I haven’t got much to say.

So I thought I’d report to you, my imaginary readers, on the latest news from this side of the world.

* One of the things that amused me the most this last week was the Brazilian version of Big Brother. The producers of the show imported a contestant from the Argentinean Big Brother House (Gran Hermano) to join the Brazilian house (although as a visitor, not as a competitor). He proved to us what Argies are really like; utter little shits.

* Tomorrow I shall be taking my first flying lesson. No, that ain’t the benzene and me hallucinating, I’m really about to start learning how to fly… a helicopter. Should be great fun, always wanted to do that.

* I’ve just turned down an invite to join a band backstage at a minor gig tonight. I fear that, if I go, I’ll end up staying far too late, drinking a wee bit too much and missing my engagements tomorrow (see entry above).

* The smell of solvents is no longer fun and my head is seriously pounding now. Help!

* Fuck this, I’m going home. Hope to have my sanity back by next week; love to you all, muchas gracias and adios (bye, bye!).