Stephen Hawkins
Experienced Gentleman.
It is true that I do not have a great abundance of hair on top, but the sides and back can be quite luxuriant. In fact, the hair in the previously mentioned places has been growing very quickly and very wildly during lock down.
My Barber, Ken, first cut my hair in 1963 as an apprentice, and opened his own shop in 1965. During the fifty-seven years I have know him, Ken has never failed to update me on the progress of my bald patch. He has been closed for the last few months, and I doubt that he will ever reopen again as he is now well into his seventies.
It is fair to say that Ken was/is a very old-fashioned barber, with a very old-fashioned clientele. Nothing in his shop is modern in any way, especially the proprietor.
My wayward hair needed urgent attention, and I couldn't be bothered breaking in a new barber. Yesterday I bought an electric hair clipper, and set about sharpening my head. The result is pleasing though not perfect, and I do have the odd one or two patches where I dug a little too deep. Still, the enterprise was a success in general terms, and I now feel smarter than I did before.
These are certainly strange times, as a neighbour demonstrated this morning. He thought that one of his four dogs was smiling at him, until he realised that it had a set of dentures in its mouth. The front garden and drive is enclosed by a fence, the only access being by a wrought iron gate, and the dogs had never left his property. How a set of false teeth got into his garden we will perhaps never know, but if you have any ideas .............
Kind Regards,
Stephen.
My Barber, Ken, first cut my hair in 1963 as an apprentice, and opened his own shop in 1965. During the fifty-seven years I have know him, Ken has never failed to update me on the progress of my bald patch. He has been closed for the last few months, and I doubt that he will ever reopen again as he is now well into his seventies.
It is fair to say that Ken was/is a very old-fashioned barber, with a very old-fashioned clientele. Nothing in his shop is modern in any way, especially the proprietor.
My wayward hair needed urgent attention, and I couldn't be bothered breaking in a new barber. Yesterday I bought an electric hair clipper, and set about sharpening my head. The result is pleasing though not perfect, and I do have the odd one or two patches where I dug a little too deep. Still, the enterprise was a success in general terms, and I now feel smarter than I did before.
These are certainly strange times, as a neighbour demonstrated this morning. He thought that one of his four dogs was smiling at him, until he realised that it had a set of dentures in its mouth. The front garden and drive is enclosed by a fence, the only access being by a wrought iron gate, and the dogs had never left his property. How a set of false teeth got into his garden we will perhaps never know, but if you have any ideas .............
Kind Regards,
Stephen.