I love random unscripted conversations.
So my hair was looking like I was wearing three hats – which was two months overdue a cut.
I tried a different hairdresser to my usual barber.
Closer to work so more convenient.
They suggested a different style.
A peaky blinder cut, different to my usual lazy spiky look.
I went for it.
Possibly, it was facely unflattering, maybe a younger generation cut.
But whatever, I tried it for two cuts before heading back to my old barbers.
So I’m sat waiting for my cut, there were a few people ahead of me.
Time passed, slowly.
Eventually, I got to sit in the seat, they had taken on a new barber.
We started the usual barber barbee chat – weather, work stuff.
The conversation turned to a slightly alternative direction.
We started to talk about age and how men have more hair the older we get.
He was thankful he didn’t have a hairy back, same here.
But he went on to go into detail on how good the sack back and crack is.
Hmm thought I.
But showing interest I pursued this terrible torture of hair removing pain.
He went into detail.
Apparently, the worst part is not the eye-watering tearing sound of hair being torn from the inevitable red tender sore skin.
But the newborn porcupine spikes that stab your butt and other parts until they go softly long.
Or another sack back and crack before that porcupine grows its eye-watering barbs.
That’s not for me.
His idea for removing nostril hair is novel.
(Hot wax tipped cotton buds and an unflinching hand).
This is a lovely guy who’s declared war on hair!
Gonna call him hairless harry
We move on. Kids.
Not the nice lovely respecting ones.
No, the brat ones.
I thought I was bad at picking out the annoyances of the bratty unruly.
Harry had the edge.
He was once cutting a kids hair who kept complaining Harry was hurting him.
It is hair, explained Harry, it doesn’t hurt you when it’s cut. Grow up.
He singled out his nephew where Harry often picked him up on being a brat.
But that is for another blog!
He does what he wants, thinks he can say what he wants with no comeback.
Harry went into colourfully graphic detail on how he ensured his nephew was brought to justice.
My hair cutting experience was a nice funny one and not the awkward ‘weather’ type conversation.
But what was awkwardly funny was when I got up to get my jacket and seeing the place was full of parents with their loved ones waiting for a cut!
Respect the barber kids