just shelled out £24 for a haircut, fucking shocking, 2 on the sides and tight on top with a scissors, styled to comb to either one side or the other, fucking class haircut to be fair, but my last haircut up north in Leeds cost 6 quid. He also trimmed my eyebrows, Italian outfit
Was head raped down the country last Saturday. Needed it done and I hadn’t time during the week to go to one of my usual barbers, in Malahide or in town. It only cost me €7 but Id rather have paid €27 and had it done proper!
I knew I was in trouble when I sat down and the barber asked; what do you want me to use, a razor and scissors? … as opposed to what I thought, a knife and fork??? …the cunt used a shears. Never again, KP would have done a better job!
actually, I think £24 was ok now that I think about it, I have spent the last 15 minutes inspecting the quality of the cut and where he shaved the bit at the edges with the cut throat, it is fucking exceptional quality haircut, like a film star. you would not get that at strictly men, mulcaires or brownies
I dound myself a new barbers this evening and while he gave me a fine haircut which I have no issues with the price, €13, I am rather unsettled by the fact that he decided to blow the hair off my neck rather than use a blowdryer:eek:
Reminds of that story when a female acquaintance of mine had to visit a gp whilst on honeymoon in NYC. When referring to her female reproductive organs he kept using the word “pussy”.
Funny shit on here re; prices for haircuts. I had mine done today by a luscious young wan’ with a fine pair of knockers on her, under their "OAP’s €5 scheme.
Funnily, I retain a full head of hair and my instructions to only slice the grey ones was rebuffed by the comment “I haven’t seen a head like this yet, it’s like rolls of barbed wire, grey and brissley - well to have it”…I opted for a 3 all round, spare the side-locks and in the fullness of convivial conversation, it appears that Boxty and her Grandad “may have had a boxing match” in a championship game back in the 60’s. Boxty merely affirmed knowing her Grandad and confirming to herself that he was indeed the soundest of all time.
A dirtier or more treacherous cunt never wore boots, but that’s all history now.