A good hair cut, eh?

I have this thing. I will not let any woman from eatern europe cut my hair. However, every now and then i’ll go “what the hell, it’d be handy just to get it done here and now”, and without fail, i always regret it.

Today i got my hair cut after sufferring what can only be described as a murdering of my hair by a forgetful hairdresser. I came back to one of my better experiences from Australia. Greek and Turkish barbers are ahead of the game on the haircutting front. And i found a turkish barber in waterford. Brilliant!

A lot of Irish guys out there now will be going “Fag” or “what about the hottie in the tight trousers with the big boobs that i can rest my head in while she cuts away”. To them i say, feck off, that lovely bossomy feeling lasts for ten minutes, then you have four weeks of looking like a muppet!

The guy who cut my hair today was a typical Turkish young guy, fashionable hair, questionable sexuality, but i care not, he was a dab hand with a scissors, a clippers and, most impressively, a cut-throat razor. I have forgotten how good a haircut with a cut-throat trim was.

Anyway, the point i make is, Eastern European women, stick to what your good at, painted on jeans and womens hair. Turkish Men, keep up the good work!