Haircut booked in for the 4th of July
Booked in for July 3rd. Can’t wait. Unfortunately the prices has gone from €15 to €21.
Did a bit of DIY with the blade zero to take the Art Garfunkel look off it this evening. Be grand for another few weeks til the rush is gone.
What do you mean booked in?
A few places are using an app called near cut to book the appointment
All you could get was 3rd of July? 'Kin hell.
There were earlier days but Friday’s suits me better with work etc. On the positive there won’t be 5 teenagers ahead of me for the same cut.
I booked in for Tues. Now that I think of it it suits far more to have a time and now you’ll be in and out than sauntering I’m to find a dose of lads sitting in the waiting area ahead of you
Got fucking fleeced today. Hairdresser bird doing tommers a neighbour said. Did 3 of us in under an hour and said that’ll be 70 quid.
Must be minting it.
70 quid an hour!
Buzz cut was the best thing I ever did. I wont need a cut for another month or so.
Booked in for the 29th. Can’t wait. Price increased by a modest 2 euro. Those lads that let their significant other butcher their hair should be charged a tenner extra
I didn’t leave her near it. Did it myself sides 3 goes and the top once (avoid the mushroom). Didnt butcher it but not chancing again. Its at the length now where I would be going for the chop
Gas to see the lads going around now who went for the razor all over. Hair coming back in at the same time, just an awful shape to it. You gotta full commit to that thing once you going for it. I bet they can’t wait for next week.
Booked in for July 10th. That should get me sorted til Christmas
A good haircut is one that still looks good two weeks after the cut.
The significant others may have their own hair problems to be worrying about.
That’s just Peter Mark ripping customers off. Hopefully anyone with a bit of sense avoid the cunts
Peter and Mark were only ever bolloxes anyway.
Up in Galway for the morning, onto booksy and got sorted for an appt in a place on Eyre St. €15 is grand for a place in town, he lost the tip through an over-liberal dousing of tonic. Tisn’t in my eyes I wanted it.