Elvis liked long hair. When I’d cut mine without asking his permission, he was shocked. “How could you cut your goddamn hair? You know I like long hair. Men love long hair.” He wanted it long and jet black, dyed to match his because, as he said, “You have blue eyes, Cilla, like mine. Black hair will make your eyes stand out more.” He made a lot of sense to me and soon my hair was dyed jet black, like his.
