I’ve been going to the same
family of barbers since I was five. Even when they moved premises 200 yards
down, I followed them across the road. Nowadays though, it’s getting a bit more
awkward to catch them at a quieter time; especially now that the father’s
retired. In the past I have waited for up to an hour; and there’s no chance of
getting appointments. Evidently the constant custom keeps them in business. So
the hunt is on for a new barber. I’ve tried a few of the foreign Turkish barbers
and haven’t been impressed. One of them asked for me to make an appointment as
he wasn’t accepting walk-ins today. And having my hair shaved off by a chav in
a tattoo while bellowing out to his mates doesn’t really do it for me. I like a
chat. That’s why I go to Terry’s now. It’s still a walk-in service, but it’s quiet
and he’s happy to take his time to do a good job.
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