By John Mercer
It was a warm summer afternoon, and I decided to get a haircut right after work.
I left my office just after five and started to walk the short distance to my regular barbershop. Along the way, I saw a new barbershop I hadn’t seen before. It had a sign on the pavement out in front, which read:
“Haircuts £10. Hot towel shave £15. Full treatment £20.”
I thought, what the hell. I may as well try a new place- at that price it’s hard to refuse.
I opened the door and stepped inside. Immediately my senses were awash with the sounds and scents of barbering- the aroma of lemon cologne, the faint hint of barbicide, the buzz of clippers and the clicking of scissors.