sweeny tod...

I had the most bizarre experience this afternoon.
I went the the barber shop to get my hair cut... as one does, and at the end of the trim the barber used a razor to finish off around the edges. To be honest I've never really liked this as I find shaving with even an electric razor uncomfortable, let alone a three inch blade. Oh... yeah and of course the fact that someone you don't know is holding the blade at your neck!
Anyway, the barber was working away at the back of my neck and nicked a spot that I'd had there for a while - it was one of those spots that is perfectly placed so that I couldn't see it or really do anything about. After a brief apology the he took a second look at it (I thought to make sure it wasn't bleeding too profusely) and announced with some satisfaction that it was an ingrowing hair and he was going to do something about it... The next thing I know, he's doused his blade with some antiseptic and is hacking away!! A second or two later he puts down the razor, and starts squeezing. (Honestly, not a word of a lie) Finally he gets some tissue paper, wipes up the blood, and charges me £7.50 for the hair cut.
I walked out of the shop feeling ever so slightly strange but happy in the confidence that I no longer have an ingrowing hair in the back of my neck...

I hate clothes shopping...

I wouldn't say I was a particularly tall person, or unusually shaped, but I am finding it increasingly difficult to find clothes that fit. I have been hunting for a pair of work trousers since the end of last year, but for some reason the shops that I normally frequent no longer stock my size, or when they do, the cut is so tight it could only fit a skinny teenager! I find this astounding at a time when the populace is supposed to be getting fatter - surely the trend for clothing manufacturers should be for making bigger clothing not slimmer fit? Also, the longest inside leg measurement is now 33" for some bizarre reason. I need at least 34. A couple of years ago there was plenty of 34w 34l trousers around, now - few and far between.

Anyway, yesterday I getting so desperate that I went into a store that I normally would never do - it was playing loud RnB and all the staff were funkily coiffured and only seemed to sell Armani, Versachi and all the really expensive names. However, needs must, so in I went. I was instantly amazed - they supplied a range of sizes in a range of fits! Within minutes I had a pair of smart dark work trousers that were the right size and loose enough that I could sit in without fear of bursting a seam! Even more amazingly, they didn't require a mortgage to afford them!

The only negative side of course, was the disdain in which I was looked down upon by the staff for having the affront to walk into their trendy shop in my slightly scrubby jeans , non waxed hair and un-branded t-shirt...