SHAVED AND THEN FLEECED

Last Thursday I finally decided to tackle my receding hairline front on and as a result I now look like Stirling Mortlock’s undernourished little brother. Well, maybe not, but I certainly appear to have stolen his hair. I had my first ever cut-throat razor shave too and, unsolicited, an eyebrow trim. After that the barber plucked the remaining hairs on my face and ears by running two strands of cotton across the unshaven parts. It’s painful but I do have a new-found appreciation of what girls have to go through in order to get those shiny, shiny legs I like so much. At the end of the process the barber sprayed alcohol on my face. It hurt but not as much as being charged seventy Egyptian pounds for the privilege. Lesson learnt. It’s very difficult to negotiate price with a man holding a cut throat razor

That is all,

Dale Atkinson.