Every time I go into my local barbershop, strange things happen. It’s a Turkish barbers, so you get the full works. Warm towel round the face, brief and underwhelming arm massage, ear hair set alight. The flame seems to get bigger as I get older. On the last occasion, the barber took an unusually long time to come back after wrapping the towel around my head (which is quite disconcerting as you can’t see anything, with just a tiny gap for your nose to poke through.)
The Barbershop Chronicles
The Barbershop Chronicles
The Barbershop Chronicles
Every time I go into my local barbershop, strange things happen. It’s a Turkish barbers, so you get the full works. Warm towel round the face, brief and underwhelming arm massage, ear hair set alight. The flame seems to get bigger as I get older. On the last occasion, the barber took an unusually long time to come back after wrapping the towel around my head (which is quite disconcerting as you can’t see anything, with just a tiny gap for your nose to poke through.)