The Hottest Haircut
This is a true* story about a visit to the barbers. I nipped into the barbers on my late lunch, managing to squeeze in just before they closed the door and dropped the blinds for their own lunches. After reading a magazine for a while I finally got my turn in the chair. I sat there, covered in the black cape, just about the tell the barber how I wanted it cutting, when he asked me to wait for a moment and he nipped out the back. ‘Hope you don’t mind,’ he said when he came back ‘I have to nip...