Linda Nolan grasps a clump of her light blonde hair and yanks it out swiftly with a tug. She shows me the feathery strands, as fine as a baby’s, then rolls them in her palms, staring with both sadness and fascination.
“I’m losing my hair for the fourth time. It’s weird,” she says, bluntly.
“People say ‘Oh you have lovely wigs now’, but I go ‘I’m still traumatised though, and I don’t want to be bald again!’”
