No, it’s not a story about balding. It’s a story about haircuts. I have short hair and it needs cutting often. When I was working full time I used to go to my favorite place and get it beautifully cut. I have very straight, very fine hair and every cut shows.
When I moved to a different kind of life, all of my spend came under scrutiny. Nice haircuts went into the not important category. So I now get my hair cut at one of those sit in a queue, pay a tenner, get whoever is available places. I’ve had some hatchet jobs, some brilliant cuts and met a huge variety of young hair dressers.
It’s kind of a game now. It really doesn’t matter so much.
