Is it an unwritten rule somewhere that all suburban male hairdressers are two years either side of usual retirement age LOL? And that they are all pretty blind - lol walked into an empty salon, no other customers, sat down and was just about to read a magazine when the guy who was just at the front finally noticed me... and they all shave the back of your neck lol for some reason I get a thrill out of that, just hmm it's a fairly intimate part of your body the neck.
Thinking about this reminds me of when I started going to an actual barber in the middle of high school. Up until then, it was a cut from my mother, but then it seemed as if it was part of growing up to get paid haircuts. LOL, remember the thing at school being (because it was a small town with only two or three major barbers, and one being head and shoulders the more popular) over which of the barbers had given you a haircut, was one old guy and two girls in their early 20s - lol and the whole thing of did you get Jodie (for us teens she was as close to a wet dream as everyday life got), Melissa or The Boss.
And then the whole thing of living by myself, or with flatmates, with the parents on the other side of the Tasman and no girlfriends at that stage. Working with a suit on all day and everything, and then at five o'clock or soon after wandering to the next block and getting a haircut and as funky a hairdressers as guys ever get. Was a Playstation, TVs above every seat, and cable TV. So was either sports or movies usually.
Mmm, haircuts of the past LOL. More soon, but have to go off and chat a bit LOL, where did I get my haircut in Britain or Canada, hmm have to remember... reminiscing, 'Three Lions of the Shirt' World Cup 98 and everything hehehe - more later
Paul
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