Hairy Mary's

Oh yes and another thing - I went for a haircut the other day ...

"Tell it to someone who gives a crap" I hear you saying.

Well I only mention it for it's anecdotal value. I had been looking for a normal barber around where I live for a while without much success and so was quite happy when I found what looked like one just round the corner. I went in and they agreed to see me straight away. I first realised the place was a bit more "fancy" than I thought when they gave me a book of David Beckham photos to look through ... "just a trim thanks" I replied in my best pidgen Spanish. They agreed but eventually cajoled me into having a hairwash aswell. I've had these before and the lady standing behind the washbasin was rather pretty so I agreed. I sat down, shut my eyes and the washing began. It pains me to admit it but it was all rather nice, being more like a head massage than a hairwash. Imagine my surprise then when I opened my eyes to see not the pretty lady I thought was massaging my head but the campest looking man in Barcelona !!! "Que tal ?!?" he cried !!! In my surprise I jolted upright, knocking the shower head clean out of his hands. This in turn sprayed water on the old lady sat next to me who started to squeal in Catalan. Everyone was staring and it was very embarrassing. I shuffled back to my "cutting seat" (still in my orange smock) and suffered the rest of my haircut in red-cheeked silence ...