Corporate Zombie » barber

wha ‘cha lookin ah baas, eh?

admin — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 14:58:42 +0000

While getting my hair cut today, a gaggle of characters entered the establishment. Wearing a vest, a tracksuit, several sovereign rings and a pencil beard, this was without a doubt the dodgiest looking traveller i have ever seen. With a female child traveller in one hand, and the subject of the trip in the other hand, he declared to the assembled masses

“HEY BAAS, PUH A STEP IN DA YUNG LADS HEAD, FIVER FER CASH”

The Turkish Barber turned away from me, with the cut throat he had been using on me in one hand, and said, “Nine Euro, no problem”

The Traveller agreed.

Then i saw the youngster about to be transformed with his fashionable “step”. At this stage I would advise all parents and would be parents and anyone going to get a step, DONT, have a look at this for evidence against a “step” in ones hair:

Step Haircut

Anyway, this kid was about two, if even. And he had a nappy, and a vest anda gold chain as thick as my middle finger around his neck that reached well past his hips. The poor fecker looked like he was wearing a belt his mammy had dropped in the 70′s!

I didnt get a picture. As travellers tend to do, there was a pack of them, and i was on my lunch, and didnt fancy being hunted all over waterford for the afternoon!

A good hair cut, eh?

admin — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 14:46:33 +0000

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!