Hair cut Adventure

Dear George,

How are you today?  Have you had chance to listen to episode 7 yet.  It was the most fun i've had making a podcast to date. it's 17*C outside and cloudy.  My train was 5mins late this morning so imagine my disgust as i read in the 'Metro' this morning, that fares are to go up an average of 8%... i'm saving all my train rage for it's own blog entry.

In other news...

• Today is the day the A-level results come in, and once again more students have passed than ever before.
• The world's fattest woman wants to reach 1 TON... i'm not joking!
• Prince Charles and Lady Camilla are going to Tottenham to meet the people made homeless by the fires from the riots.
• The Bank of England will freeze interest rate at 0.5% for the next couple of years
• Eels can travel on land for short distances
• The price of a first class stamp is 46p

...And i spent £30 on a hair cut.

I never like getting my hair cut.  I always feel under pressure when the barber asks "what are we having today?".  You see hair cuts were done when my mum decided it needed to be cut, and since she was the one who cut my hair i could hardly argue.  i pretty much had a no.4 all over until the age of 7 then until i was 12 my mum would still be the one doing the cutting but now it was scissors not clippers... i never really minded, she was something of a hair dresser so the style was always neat , tidy but non-descript.  After that i grew my hair and wore it in a pony-tail for school, until at 17 years old i told my mum to cut it off.

I can't recall the first proper hair cut i had in a barber shop that i was paying for myself, but since back then i wore glasses and every experience merges into one.  As soon as i'd take them off i could no longer see my reflection, instead i saw a giant thumb getting struck by a repeatedly by a glinting object.  I had no idea what was happening with my hair until the end where i would scramble with my glasses to get them on my face to see what the hair dresser had interpreted my meaning of the phrase.. "just a tidy up, please" to actually mean.  In short, anyone who knows me, knows i keep my hair fairly long.  Opting to have a 'short back and sides' only when i really have to.

So it was that it was time for me to have a hair cut... just a wee trim i thought was all i needed.  I couldn't go to the usual cheap and cheerful place town the road because it was boarded up.  A bloke at work recommended a shop right around the corner from work... why not i thought and lunch time skipped merrily there.

Well it was amazing.  We chatted about what style i was after.  I told Ben (for he was the chap enlisted to be my stylist) what i normally have and he was having none of it.  "i know exactly what you're after"  he declared with a focused look about him.  In my experience, a hair dresser will give you the cut they think you should have despite your pleas and whimpers.  But not here and not this guy.  He described what he could do, the effect it would have and showed me page upon page of hansom men with impeccable hair and said he could make me look almost as good... i was sold! There are probably those reading this who wouldn't stand for anything less than what i was presented with but this was all new to me.  Therefore, after 40mins or so, a head massage, a wash and blow, cup of tea, friendly chat, and most importantly a hair cut, i left and strolled confidently back to work.  £30 lighter but worth every penny methinks.  It was quiet an adventure i'm you'll agree mate.

Anyway, my day here at the work is drawing to a close and i want to go home.  Tomorrow night is Dan's birthday drinks night i can't help think there's an adventure to be had with him...

Take care buddy,
Yours,
Little Dave