Made the mistake of getting mine cut in burnage yesterday. Never even noticed the place before but it was empty. Thoroughly nice but scary looking broken nosed steroid weight lifting type from northern Iraq. I asked him for lines a short back and sides. Unfortunately short in burnage obviously means straight in with a number zero. He ploughed a furrow up above my right ear . I shouted stop but too late then. We had a laugh about it and there was nothing for it but to plough on. He spent ages doing his best but it is borderline fit for work. I got the full cutthroat razor round the neck and ears then. 8 quid. I gave him a tenner as he was a decent lad and if there were a war along ethnic lines, I’d rather he went for the lad beside me. Will go back as he spent a long time and was interesting to talk to, but will need to be more descriptive in future I fear.
Tried out the new Grafton barber at Sutton Cross today. Competent if somewhat stately Eastern European lady cut my hair and took forever about it. Took ages to create a parting and combover which I always eschew being more comfortable with the tousled baldness look. Lots of exaggerated swishes with the scissors but very little hair was troubled by these movements.
Then the clincher. “I vill now vash your hair”. No thanks I said, as I have never in my life had my hair washed by another human being, apart from Mammy. I wash my own hair and had in fact done so about an hour before setting foot in the barbers. This was not good news. “You must” she said. No I don’t want to. “It iss included in the preiz”. No thank you, I said firmly. Very well, she scowled, a bit like Mammy when you’d give about getting the Clinic in your eyes. “But you must pay for it”.
So we had another 5 or 10 minutes of putting tonic in my hair. What the fuck is that. Drying my hair, trimming my eyebrows, strimming my ears. Before I was eventually released from the chair.
Then I had to pay. I looked at the board. Dry cut was not an option. What kind of a fucking barber won’t give you a dry cut. So it was 22 euro.
This crowd will be out of business by Christmas.
Other notes. Some cunt beside me was getting his beard turned into a Zapata moustache for Movember. He couldn’t get over the good of this and he kept looking in the mirror and going wow. He had been given a brandy which he drained in two gulps. As he was leaving he had a good look around the shop, expecting to soak up the admiring glances. The fucking eejit.
22 euro. Fcuk me that surely must be tiger prices. That is wicked steep. Especially if she was ugly.
Who the fuck pays €22 for a haircut? Some head of hair you must have Fagan, and fair proud of it you must be.
[quote=“Fagan ODowd, post: 858519, member: 706”]Tried out the new Grafton barber at Sutton Cross today. Competent if somewhat stately Eastern European lady cut my hair and took forever about it. Took ages to create a parting and combover which I always eschew being more comfortable with the tousled baldness look. Lots of exaggerated swishes with the scissors but very little hair was troubled by these movements.
Then the clincher. “I vill now vash your hair”. No thanks I said, as I have never in my life had my hair washed by another human being, apart from Mammy. I wash my own hair and had in fact done so about an hour before setting foot in the barbers. This was not good news. “You must” she said. No I don’t want to. “It iss included in the preiz”. No thank you, I said firmly. Very well, she scowled, a bit like Mammy when you’d give about getting the Clinic in your eyes. “But you must pay for it”.
So we had another 5 or 10 minutes of putting tonic in my hair. What the fuck is that. Drying my hair, trimming my eyebrows, strimming my ears. Before I was eventually released from the chair.
Then I had to pay. I looked at the board. Dry cut was not an option. What kind of a fucking barber won’t give you a dry cut. So it was 22 euro.
This crowd will be out of business by Christmas.
Other notes. Some cunt beside me was getting his beard turned into a Zapata moustache for Movember. He couldn’t get over the good of this and he kept looking in the mirror and going wow. He had been given a brandy which he drained in two gulps. As he was leaving he had a good look around the shop, expecting to soak up the admiring glances. The fucking eejit.[/quote]
Wankers, and more wankers.
22 euro was the cheapest option on the board. And she was older than me if she was a day.
I don’t have half a head of hair and I am as grey as a badger. I thought it’d be about 15 notes which is what it is in the Grafton barber in town. I just needed a tidy up.
I know the feeling. I used to walk out if it was dear but these days, by the time you’ve gone to the trouble of getting yourself in the seat it’s not worth the time to go off and find somewhere else. 22 euro though, You’d nearly want a happy ending.
22 euro for a haircut, you must have more money than sense. For that price you would expect a hand job as well.
11 euros is what pay the lovely Latvian lady to cut my hair which I find is quite reasonable.
I paid a tenner today and I’ve not paid more than a tenner for about 2-3 years now. Dublin prices are ridiculous. If my barber is quiet he’ll often throw in a free hot towel shave as well as a thanks for repeat business.
[quote=“Fagan ODowd, post: 858519, member: 706”]Tried out the new Grafton barber at Sutton Cross today. Competent if somewhat stately Eastern European lady cut my hair and took forever about it. Took ages to create a parting and combover which I always eschew being more comfortable with the tousled baldness look. Lots of exaggerated swishes with the scissors but very little hair was troubled by these movements.
Then the clincher. “I vill now vash your hair”. No thanks I said, as I have never in my life had my hair washed by another human being, apart from Mammy. I wash my own hair and had in fact done so about an hour before setting foot in the barbers. This was not good news. “You must” she said. No I don’t want to. “It iss included in the preiz”. No thank you, I said firmly. Very well, she scowled, a bit like Mammy when you’d give about getting the Clinic in your eyes. “But you must pay for it”.
So we had another 5 or 10 minutes of putting tonic in my hair. What the fuck is that. Drying my hair, trimming my eyebrows, strimming my ears. Before I was eventually released from the chair.
Then I had to pay. I looked at the board. Dry cut was not an option. What kind of a fucking barber won’t give you a dry cut. So it was 22 euro.
This crowd will be out of business by Christmas.
Other notes. Some cunt beside me was getting his beard turned into a Zapata moustache for Movember. He couldn’t get over the good of this and he kept looking in the mirror and going wow. He had been given a brandy which he drained in two gulps. As he was leaving he had a good look around the shop, expecting to soak up the admiring glances. The fucking eejit.[/quote]
€15 for a haircut in Grafton barbers in Grand Canal Square and the bubbly blonde there robs her crotch against you for the whole affair-you were robbed @Fagan ODowd
:oops: I think that’s my first ever mistake on TFK.
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I always try to give my business to the barber at home who is from your neck of the woods. Surprisingly he is a very nice bloke.
[quote=“tazdedub, post: 858565, member: 312”]22 euro for a haircut, you must have more money than sense. For that price you would expect a hand job as well.
11 euros is what pay the lovely Latvian lady to cut my hair which I find is quite reasonable.[/quote]
11 euro is a ridiculous price. Mr Enniscorthy increased his prices recently from 10 to 11 per the price list but everyone is still charged 10 as 11 is just completely messy re change.
[quote=“farmerinthecity, post: 858647, member: 24”]I always try to give my business to the barber at home who is from your neck of the woods. Surprisingly he is a very nice bloke.
11 euro is a ridiculous price. Mr Enniscorthy increased his prices recently from 10 to 11 per the price list but everyone is still charged 10 as 11 is just completely messy re change.[/quote]
An Enniscorthy man who moved to Leitrim? Is he a bit odd by any chance?
His missus, also a barber, is from Sligo. They settled there about 15 years ago. He was telling me that it is still about a 45 minute drive to work each day in Mohill.
Just back from a trim myself in the Carrefour mall. I paid 12 Euro. They washed my hair twice.
[quote=“Fagan ODowd, post: 858519, member: 706”]Tried out the new Grafton barber at Sutton Cross today. Competent if somewhat stately Eastern European lady cut my hair and took forever about it. Took ages to create a parting and combover which I always eschew being more comfortable with the tousled baldness look. Lots of exaggerated swishes with the scissors but very little hair was troubled by these movements.
Then the clincher. “I vill now vash your hair”. No thanks I said, as I have never in my life had my hair washed by another human being, apart from Mammy. I wash my own hair and had in fact done so about an hour before setting foot in the barbers. This was not good news. “You must” she said. No I don’t want to. “It iss included in the preiz”. No thank you, I said firmly. Very well, she scowled, a bit like Mammy when you’d give about getting the Clinic in your eyes. “But you must pay for it”.
So we had another 5 or 10 minutes of putting tonic in my hair. What the fuck is that. Drying my hair, trimming my eyebrows, strimming my ears. Before I was eventually released from the chair.
Then I had to pay. I looked at the board. Dry cut was not an option. What kind of a fucking barber won’t give you a dry cut. So it was 22 euro.
This crowd will be out of business by Christmas.
Other notes. Some cunt beside me was getting his beard turned into a Zapata moustache for Movember. He couldn’t get over the good of this and he kept looking in the mirror and going wow. He had been given a brandy which he drained in two gulps. As he was leaving he had a good look around the shop, expecting to soak up the admiring glances. The fucking eejit.[/quote]
Having your hair washed is pretty standard. Would have thought you’d have appreciated the human contact.