Fnaar
Smutmaster General
- Location
- Thumberland
Back in the days when cropped hair wasn't so ubiquitous, I went on hols to Greece with a mate. Got chatting in a bar to a woman with cropped hair (she wasn't a lesbian 
). Later that night, I told my mate I'd like my hair cropped like that (it was shortish anyway, but nowhere near cropped) and in our drunken haze, we agreed that he would cut it for me...
His utensils were a pair of round-end scissors, like kids have a tprimary school, and a fruit-knife (no, I'd never heard of one either, till that moment).
We were staying in a room with two single beds, either side of the room. I sat on a chair in the middle. He's stand behind me, have a few snips, then fall drunkenly onto one of the beds. After a minute or so, I'd weake him up and he'd have another go. And so it went on for an hour or so till we both fell asleep.
Woke up the next morning, looked in the mirror, and basically it looked like I'd been zapped by nuclear wotsits, or spent some time in a concentration camp.
Got a Greek barber to sort of even it up, but he only had scissors, not clippers, so it still looked pants.
I wore a hat for the rest of the holiday!
Got back to Blighty, and went to my dfavourite barber in Paddington... only thiung he could do was give me #1 clipper cut... it looked neat, if shockingly short for those times...
A week later, I was "giving away" my sister at her wedding... she wasn't too chuffed with my new look
). Later that night, I told my mate I'd like my hair cropped like that (it was shortish anyway, but nowhere near cropped) and in our drunken haze, we agreed that he would cut it for me...His utensils were a pair of round-end scissors, like kids have a tprimary school, and a fruit-knife (no, I'd never heard of one either, till that moment).
We were staying in a room with two single beds, either side of the room. I sat on a chair in the middle. He's stand behind me, have a few snips, then fall drunkenly onto one of the beds. After a minute or so, I'd weake him up and he'd have another go. And so it went on for an hour or so till we both fell asleep.
Woke up the next morning, looked in the mirror, and basically it looked like I'd been zapped by nuclear wotsits, or spent some time in a concentration camp.
Got a Greek barber to sort of even it up, but he only had scissors, not clippers, so it still looked pants.
I wore a hat for the rest of the holiday!
Got back to Blighty, and went to my dfavourite barber in Paddington... only thiung he could do was give me #1 clipper cut... it looked neat, if shockingly short for those times...
A week later, I was "giving away" my sister at her wedding... she wasn't too chuffed with my new look
, now started getting the "winter plumage" grey but its still there. 
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