You’re desperate for a haircut, but you’ve gripped your wife off on consecutive days on real quality birds: do you dare ask her? Given that there was no cut-throat razor available, I thought I’d take my chances. It was a bit of a committee job, but I think I got away with it. Given that the trimmer was a lockdown purchase, it’s the most expensive haircut I’ve ever had, but it’s certainly not the worst.
I wasn’t offered anything for the weekend, though.
Before: a degree of trepidation
Armed with scissors, a trimmer and a grudge – what could go wrong?
After: several pounds lighter
