shaving...
The very best shave i ever had was by a grotty little arab barber in the back streets of the old medina in Sousse, Tunisia. He shoved me in a chair, lathered me up with a real soapstone, one of which i hadn't seen since I was a kid, and shaved me to the bone with a boiling hot cuthroat razor. I thought he was going to slice and dice me but when he'd finished i didn't have a scratch on me, he didn't draw a drop of blood, and it was the smoothest i'd been since I started growing fuzz. it felt great actually and he only charged me 6 dinar, and gave me fresh mint tea and let me puff away on his tabac hookah too. I went there every couple of days after that for 2 weeks and spent the rest of the afternoon in the hammam - what a civilised way to spend the day.
UK barbers don't do shaves anymore, and haven't for years, mostly, which is a shame. There's an old barber in Stoke who still does sgaves but he's about 80 and i wouldn't trust his hand these days. Long gone are the days when you could nip to the barbers at dinnertime (lunch i mean, showing my northerness again there) and have a short back'n'sides and a good shave. Another tradition sadly gone Now it's all styling salons where young people go to look like whatever their favourite footballer or this week's celebrity is sporting. pah! Under my towel I've had the same back n sides style with parting for years, does me just fine. I could bever have a haircut like these young people have, or these strange little beards they sport. The Boy wants some sort of tracks in his hair with streaks? I said there was about as much chance of that happening as there was me being the next Pope.