"Monks" barbershop, Abbey Lane
This morning, I had the idea of walking to my favoured barbershop in the Woodseats suburb of the city. Normally I drive over there. It's more than two miles and there are a couple of hills to contend with. I gave myself plenty of time - setting off a full hour and twenty minutes before my appointment slot.
Down Carterknowle Road, along Bannerdale Road to Archer Road and then up Fraser Road to Holmhirst Road. I arrived on the main drag at Woodseats well ahead of time and marched into the KFC outlet where I ordered a Diet Pepsi to quench my thirst. Then it was on to the barbershop. The same fellow has been cutting my hair for twelve years.
"Usual Neil?" he always says and I confirm that I do not want a perm, highlights or a crewcut. I probably have my mop of hair cut every two months. Since schooldays, I have never worn my hair short. Blame The Beatles!
The barber is called Danny. He's 48 years old and happily married with two children. I guess I have got to know him pretty well through our conversations at the barber's chair. He is a very experienced hairdresser and takes real pride in his work even though he himself is as bald as a coot. He always does a good job.
After the haircut, I walked along the main drag to a food outlet called "Urban Pitta". Their freshly made filled pittas are very scrumptious. I ate mine while sitting in the window with a can of Diet Coke, watching the world go by outside.
Then I checked out the book sections in a couple of charity shops but no luck! I was seeking a particular novel by one of the Brontë sisters - "The Tenant of Wildfell Hall" by Anne Brontë, written in 1848 in The Parsonage at Haworth when Anne was just twenty eight.
I decided to catch a No.75 bus into the centre of the city and headed straight for the "Waterstones" bookshop in Orchard Square. Fortunately, they had one remaining paperback copy of the novel I was after.
At around two thirty, I caught a No.88 bus back home.
Later I was in the B&Q D.I.Y. superstore looking for a galvanised bucket in which to place our repotted aspidistra. There I met up again with a man who has worked in the store for twenty two years. Our main conversation topic is always rats.
They target bird food and grass seed and it is an ongoing battle to suppress them. It was nice to hear my "friend" say that he does not like killing any animals - even rats and wished B&Q would use rat contraception methods. I joked that I would not volunteer to be the one to put the rat-sized condoms on the little blighters!
I never know what I'm going to get when I read your blog, Neil. I certainly didn't expect to think about rats wearing condoms today! LOL
ReplyDeleteSo a barbershop named "Monks" doesn't do only tonsures?
ReplyDeleteAh, the ageing process.
ReplyDeleteI have to say Neil, I've never seen a bald coot, although I suppose you could say that the babies have a bald spot. Glad you got a good walk in.
ReplyDeleteI can't recall ever going on a city walk with you before, Mr. Pudding! Hope it was a nice warm day. Big Bear does the same thing and goes back to Evergreen for his haircuts with his favorite barber. But it is 29 miles!! Habits die hard, eh?
ReplyDeleteI like long hair on men, but it has to be neat and clean. I'm sure you qualify. There is a man here in Adelaide with dreadlocks so long he could sit on them!
ReplyDeleteI applaud you walking instead of driving - you know my general take on that.
ReplyDeleteFunny that you mention the Beatles in connection with your hair. Steve loved them - he called them his boys, and he did so since he was a boy himself. His Mum was a trained hairdresser, of course always cutting her husband's and her children's hair at home. Steve insisted on her giving him a Beatles haircut when it was totally unfashionable; he didn't care, he just wanted to look like one of "his boys".