This lunchtime I was minded to have a stroll in the sunshine and get my barnet trimmed into the bargain. I had clocked that there was an Italian barber's shop about 20 min stroll from the office, so thought I'd head up there.
When I arrived I noticed it had a new sign over the shop, and seems to be run now by some muslimic islamicist chaps. No stress thinks I, in I go. Short back and sides please, not too much off the top, it's thin enough already . Hur hur.
So far so good. The haircut proceeds in a very satisfactory manner, I am pleased with the chap's attention to detail and his accomplished use of a cut throat razor on the edges and stuff, including some attention to stray bits of face furniture. Haven't seen one of them wielded in a barber's for ages. Much poofing of powder, and spraying on the neck of a sweet smelling liquid - most pleasant and much more bang for the buck (nine plus one for a tip) than I'm used to.
Then the weird bit. Those of a nervous disposition may wish to turn over to Bargain Hunt. Chappie asks me if I want the old ear hairs reigning in. Why yes says I, expecting the usual waft of the clippers on grade zero. Instead, he pulls out his cigarette lighter and burns off the ear hair, both inner and outer, using short, sharp bursts of flame. I think I managed to remain calm and not show any fear.
Anyway, never seen that done before. Anyone else? I can still smell the burnt hair now I'm back chained to my desk. I shall return to the establishment, however, most pleased with the results.
Last edited by: Alanović on Thu 17 Oct 13 at 13:29
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