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My haircut requirements are normally attended to by she who must be obeyed. Cutting sessions are tense (for me), as my untrained barber wields a pair of scissors with ill-placed confidence, and the treatment is frequently interrupted by confidence-sapping mutterings of “oh shit” or, even worse, inane giggling. Still, the end result is always tolerable, I also have my nose and ear hairs attended to; and I get a kiss at the end for being a tolerant victim subject.

But for the past few months there have been no haircuts as I have been growing a new “style”. The name of the style was planned to be “windswept and interesting aging rock star”; a sort of Keith Richards look, with considerably less drugs. But the actual outcome has been “scruffy tramp with bald patch”; not what I was hoping for and certainly not worth the inconvenience that accompanies flowing locks. So it had to go.

My usual cropper decided this was too big a job for her to handle; but was keen to help ensure I received a quality haircut.

I will select a good stylist for you

How can you do that (maybe she has a secret directory of hair stylists)?

We will go to a salon and select the one that hasn’t got cuts on their fingers. The bad stylists keep cutting themselves with the scissors.

Ah…

So we went to a salon and we eliminated all those with less than the normal number of fingers, bleeding stumps or extensive lacerations. After that, we had whittled down the number of stylists from five, to five.

After that it was easy, a young man with hair that looked like it had been sprayed with gel in a wind-tunnel agreed to take on the task. She who must be obeyed browsed a book of styles and selected a number of options based on the attractiveness of the movie star sporting the look. In the end we agreed upon a scorched earth policy with a few spikey bits on top; and very nice it looked too. And he attended to the (very limited) nose and ear hair situation. No kiss though.

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2010-11-23 | Billy the Brush says

First post without an offering of the photographic sort in months. Thank you.


2010-11-23 | Spike says

11 days actually. But you are welcome.


2010-11-24 | Billy says

This was more in the way of a sigh of relief at not having to observe your nasal hair being removed than anything more general …