No camera this week, so no snaps. Was in Glasgow in the morning, so didn't start cutting hair until 2.30pm. I was kept going right through to 7pm. Julie was my first client. She had a right old rant about shite shopping experiences, from sullen Primark assistant syndrome to her daughter's insistence they visit New Look every time they're in the town. More static electricity in there than a Van de Graaf generator!
Elaine was in for a trim. Part of her preparations for the forthcoming school ski trip to Canada, which is in turn a warm up (well, cold up) for a major school expedition to Borneo in the summer. I'll tell ye, eh? It wisnay like that it ma day. Ye were lucky if ye were allowed oot up the toon for Gala day, never mind South East Asia for a month. She was telling me her daughter Rosie is having kittens about her wardrobe for the Borneo trip. Her already exasperated mother completely gave up at the mention of a maxi dress as possible evening wear for the jungle.
Next up, Flo the joiner and his son, Jack. Jack is 5 and displaying all the same cheeky antics as my own son. Flo spoke about our recent ride in his pimped up works van. Yes, a rusty white bucket from the outside, but, as Cilla Black once sang, Step Inside Love and witness the business.. A sound system to rival any car boy's wet dream. We listened to the Prodigy that night with blood pouring from our ears as we trundled along the Hawbeath Road. Back to the salon, we agreed that the track currently playing in the room - Hudson Mohawke's Joy Fantastic - would sound the business rattling the interior of said scabby old van.
Long time client and fellow fives player Micheal Maloco was my last client of the day. He was speaking about his Estate Agents, Maloco and Associates, being nominated for Scottish Legal Awards Property Team of the Year. I asked if he planned a tearful, Paltrowesque acceptance speech upon winning the cup, or if he would go for a scathing verbal assault on his peers, a-la Gervais. Top Dunfermline house-haggler Maloco remained tight -lipped about his chances of success.
See ya.
Elaine was in for a trim. Part of her preparations for the forthcoming school ski trip to Canada, which is in turn a warm up (well, cold up) for a major school expedition to Borneo in the summer. I'll tell ye, eh? It wisnay like that it ma day. Ye were lucky if ye were allowed oot up the toon for Gala day, never mind South East Asia for a month. She was telling me her daughter Rosie is having kittens about her wardrobe for the Borneo trip. Her already exasperated mother completely gave up at the mention of a maxi dress as possible evening wear for the jungle.
Next up, Flo the joiner and his son, Jack. Jack is 5 and displaying all the same cheeky antics as my own son. Flo spoke about our recent ride in his pimped up works van. Yes, a rusty white bucket from the outside, but, as Cilla Black once sang, Step Inside Love and witness the business.. A sound system to rival any car boy's wet dream. We listened to the Prodigy that night with blood pouring from our ears as we trundled along the Hawbeath Road. Back to the salon, we agreed that the track currently playing in the room - Hudson Mohawke's Joy Fantastic - would sound the business rattling the interior of said scabby old van.
Long time client and fellow fives player Micheal Maloco was my last client of the day. He was speaking about his Estate Agents, Maloco and Associates, being nominated for Scottish Legal Awards Property Team of the Year. I asked if he planned a tearful, Paltrowesque acceptance speech upon winning the cup, or if he would go for a scathing verbal assault on his peers, a-la Gervais. Top Dunfermline house-haggler Maloco remained tight -lipped about his chances of success.
See ya.
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