Hic Leges Icenorum Observantur
Any barbers around here?
From the 4th, barbers will have the option of getting haircuts in Germany.
In recent years I’d been going to a Jamaican barbers where I’m razored down to the bone so it was with some alarm that my hair had grown half an inch. The remedy! I went on line and ordered a head shaver, about £35. And now in lockdown time I have a ritual shave of the head every 3 -5 days. I can even do it sitting down in the garden with a towel around my neck. But if the Royalist has long flowing locks, then that’s another matter.
I can’t speak or writing in any language any more. Germany is set to allow barber shops to reopen from next week. I look forward to getting another haircut.
I make a point of dodging my hairdresser in winter. He always seems to have a cold and I have no intention of catching it. Hence in February I was somewhat shaggy! Caught a dreadful cold in mid Feb, hunkered down and by the time I felt well enough to emerge the whole bloody place had shut down. So I have been lurking offstage now for about ten weeks!!! The bloody hair is a nightmare, especially when kneeling planting things whilst it whips the eyeballs and gets eaten.
Now the bloody governor has shut us down for another month. I have rather a lot of thick hair and it begins to resemble the gorgon monster.
Spousal unit not much better but I don’t think either of us trust the other as haircutters!
Ah well, one could have an untimely demise and be a very scruffy corpse!!
It’s been awhile since I had long flowing locks, PG, though the hair is pushing into MrsO gardening territory. The sprouting process is haphazard. Like Mitchell Johnson’s bowling, there are different lengths all over the place.
Taking my shears I’ve cut some chunks here and there. Then I tried to get too smart at the horticulture lark and trimmed individual grey weeds that had blossomed. Big mistake. Nobody told me that underneath these greys are an under soil of many, many more grey follicles. I’m too young for this carry on. It might not be a barber I need, it might be some colouring.
I’ve had only one haircut this year and that was under protest at the end of January. I am therefore gloriously hairy and loving it. My only fear is that the NSW will do a Delilah to my Sampson one dark night and I’ll wake up all weak and tufty, so I sleep with one eye and both ears open. Having said that, it is expected that the salons will be opening again at the end of the month, so I might get away with it until then. After that all truces are off and it isn’t going to be pretty.
Ingredients: Back garden, dining room chair, clippers, towel on shoulders and a wife who has to look at her handiwork…..
Result: Perfect grade 2 back and sides with a 4 on top as far as I can see!
Pity the poor local barber now not going to get my £12 every 8 weeks.
(In case you’re wondering, I haven’t reciprocated. Mrs C. is a lady of discerning taste, obviously, but apparently colour is more important than length, and man-assistance isn’t required!)
My flowing locks are but a distant memory, but I do have a magnificent beard. Mrs FEEG keeps this and what I have left on top in order, so I rarely, if ever these days, go to a barbers shop. However, Mrs FEEG is beginning to resemble an Old English Sheepdog, but she does not trust me near her barnet with a pair of scissors!!
I’m pleased and delighted to announce that I’ve finally got a haircut! Goodness knows I’m not a vain person but the sight of all that rampant shagginess in the bathroom mirror was more than even I could bear. I don’t even like the feel of having long hair and get decidedly twitchy whenever it starts growing over the tops of my ears.
I didn’t rush to my barber the week of the 15th, which was when this County’s advancement to “Phase 2” of the Governor’s recovery plan, first took effect. I don’t like mob scenes of any sort and didn’t relish the prospect of having to stand outside with all those other shaggy types who aren’t blessed with my sort of patience. Nor did I go this week, not until Friday the 19th, having had other things to do and being disinclined to drown myself standing in the rain.
But get there I did, coming home with most of my hair left behind. For the first time in longer than seems right, I’m happy!
I’m still trying to pluck up courage to spend a couple of hours at the hairdressers.
Like Mrs Cuprum, the colour always seemed more important than the cut – and, indeed, was ever the only reason that I could ever summon enough patience to sit in a chair, in front of an unrelenting mirror, for any length of time.
But lack of colour, a Dulux-dog hair style, and the continual nagging of my daughter might just persuade me to make a phone call this – or maybe next – week.
In the meantime, I will just avoid the very few mirrors in the house…
Have you made it to your hairdresser yet, Boadicea? Yesterday I managed to book an appointment for the first available slot – 28th July. By then I’ll definitely be ressembling Mary Beard, but without the intellect unfortunately. I think the Dulux dog is a preferable image.
The range of colours for hair dye advertised on TV is very appealing, but I’m not sure that bright scarlet is for me. I hope you and Mrs Cuprum and others are now happily reunited with the shade of your choice.
Hi Sheona… no I haven’t made it to a hairdresser yet. Although we have had (relatively) few cases here in Brisbane, I’m still a little nervous about braving the crowds – and it’s school holidays here at the moment. Patience has never been one of my virtues – and I’m not too sure that I’d cope with grizzling children having the ‘full works’ in the salon. -:)
I very much doubt you could possibly resemble Mary Beard… I have omitted my rather catty comment here! While I certainly admire her knowledge – I truly fail to understand how anyone could be as enthusiastic about the Romans as she is. But, we all have our prejudices – and I’m with Tacitus – “They [the Romans] make a desert and call it peace.”
Boadicea: Fair point about the Romans. They were a dreary lot whose language was best suited for law and politics. They were, at their best, effective and efficient but they weren’t especially humane or civilised. Even their artistic legacy and contribution was plagiarised Hellenistic and Etruscan.
I think you are both mean about the Romans.
I have to confess, Boadicea, that I’m not a serious student of the Romans. I needed O-level Latin to read modern languages and was quite happy to know that the Romans never really made it to the land of my birth. Visions of my ancestors standing on Hadrian’s Wall chucking abuse and more solid objects at would-be invaders keeps me happy. I’m also a great fan of Asterix and Obelix books where the French names given to the Romans, who always come off worse, are very entertaining. I don’t think the English versions are as funny.
I’ve returned here to let Sheona know that I finally had the courage to return to my hair-dresser. I only had to wait three days for an appointment – but they had been open virtually all through ‘lock-down’ so there were no long queues of people desperate to be cut and coloured!
I went for a shorter version of my normal hair-cut since I’m not too sure how long Queensland will be able to hold to our present rate of zero daily infections in the face of the selfish would-be invaders from Victoria and New South Wales – whose infection and death rates are out of control.
This, of course, brings me to the various comments regarding the Romans… who were selfish invaders of the worse kind.
Sipu: Monty Python was quite right. The only people to benefit from the Roman wars were the Romans.
Sheona: I only passed O-Level Latin because I dreamt about a particular page of that most boring of books ‘Caesar’s Gallic Wars’ the night before my exam. I revised it before going in to the exam the next day, where it was, indeed, on the exam paper. I scraped a ‘pass’. I needed that ‘pass’ some years later to do my Ph.D…
There are, indeed, many more things…
I too studied Caesar’s Gallic Wars, along with Catullus, who was really rather vulgar at times, as well as Virgil and Ovid.
As for the Romans in Palestine, it is very tempting to draw a parallel to this country. What did whitey ever do for Africa?
FYI, there is considerable amount of speculation about an imminent 2nd coup. Citizen abuse levels have been raised a notch or two. Watch this space!
I’m glad you made it to your hairdresser, Boadicea. I decided on a cover-up. We celebrate our Golden Wedding this Saturday but instead of the planned party which had to be cancelled we’re having a family bubble in one son’s back garden. Since my hair is still a bit of a disaster area, I bought a couple of hats from a local charity shop and will stick one of them on my head.
I have two friends, both grandmothers, currently locked down in Melbourne but I don’t think either would try to invade Queensland. Why are people so irresponsible?
A second coup, Sipu? Hope it’s more successful than the first.
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