Something for the Weekend

One of my earliest memories of becoming a 'man' was the fortnightly visit to the barber's at the bottom of Templehill. Chose that one as it was almost directly below the Duxess of Dow's residence and always hoped some of her brain power would transmit to my brain with less locks. Alas that only ever happened in Star Trek. I can still remember the sirenesque red and white pole guiding me into the wonders within. The smell of soaps and lotions and the hundreds of slick brylcreemed photographs indicating what I would look like at some point in future life...never did get that AC look. Magazines on sports, motor cars and gardening adorned the waiting area, as you awaited your turn for the throne. Large wooden chairs with leather finishings and some dental contraption to bring your head to the skilled craftsman's blades. Oh the joying of watching my curly locks hit the floor while listening to old men talking about Troon Juniors, latest fishing trip or just general banter. Probably also heard my first swear words there, but can still recollect the smells and the general vibe. Something for the weekend sir.....yes a large slice of banter and introduction to manhood and a decent top, back and sides for my Saturday cinema club rendezvous.