The hairdresser’s was empty apart from these three guys sitting around playing guitars and smoking cigarettes. I was a little taken aback, but the place looked pretty professional. It had all the proper, fucked up backwards sinks, plus the three guys had supercool hairdos, like the ones in the picture in the window. When I asked them about a haircut, they looked at each other blankly for a bit without saying anything, then one of them got up with a weary look on his face and pointed to one of the chairs.
The dude that cut my hair gave me a style book to look at and I picked this quite cool short do, which I could have passed off as being sensible if I wanted. But when he finished and I looked in the mirror, it looked nothing like the hairdo in the book. I don’t know if it was deliberate, but I swear it’s the worst haircut I’ve ever had in my entire life. I don’t even know how to begin to describe it, though if you can picture how a gorilla’s hair is, like really short at the front and sort of piled up in a tufty pyramid on top, and then if you can imagine that the same gorilla had just undergone an intensive course of chemotherapy, then you’re not too far away. When I tried to explain that it wasn’t what I wanted, I got the same blank kind of look as before. What could I do? I suppose I could have refused to pay them, but they looked pretty mean.
As I walked out the shop I’m sure I heard the bastards sniggering..
