Edwardo, Edwardo.

So it turns out i have an amazing superhero talent that I didn't even know existed.

I'm a marvel.

A genius.

I'm like the next superman or teenage mutant ninja turtle.

I am immune to bleach in my hair.

So if anyone tries to put blonde highlights in my hair, or turn my locks into a pretty golden colour, you've got another thing coming.

Everyone was astounded when I sat calmly for 30 minutes, waiting until I could look like jessica alba when her hair went blonde, to find, much to my horror, the same, mousy brown hair i always had. You should have seen the hairdressers face. It was like she'd found out her husband was planning to move to russia to become a gay stripper.

Anyway.

I'm planning to knit my superhero outfit as soon as possible, so I can get to work fighting crime as quickly as possible.

I can just imagine myself, rushing to evil hair dressers or distressed customers, and shouting in a brave, bold voice 'STOP! I'VE GOT THIS. I'M (pause for dramatic effect) HIGHLIGHT HERO GIRL!"

Stuff invisibility, my hair is magical.