I like the Daniel Hersheson salon because it feels like it’s stuffed with session stylists rather than slightly jaded hair-bots who are waiting, like hookers, for the next St John’s Wood blow-dry client to appear.Yes, the Hersheson guys are trained to do a brilliant backcomb ’n’ bounce (to which I am occasionally partial), but if you ask for an up-do (try the miraculous Vicky), you don’t get Miss World runway, you get ready-to-wear catwalk. And if you ask for caramel lowlights (book the awesome Andre), you won’t get bright gold stripes.