Barbers Chair

When I was just a nipper My Dad used to take me to the barbers The Barber would put a board across the chair so I was higher and he could cut my hair. It struck me how the barber was as bold as a coot shuffling around in his brown smock barbers suit. It was known as the army barbers everything was painted army green and adorning the walls there was pictures of soldiers and tanks displayed to be seen. And a picture of a man with greasy hair the advert read 'Brylcream'. The smell of brylcream and tobacco smoke filled the air emanating from an old man in a flat cap in the corner smoking a pipe sitting in his chair. The clink clink of the scissors I didn't like how the barber would push my head here and there without a care. I was fascinated by the array of bottles and potions and various hair tonics and lotions Then the barber took a brush removed the towel and brushed the hairs off my neck and from behind my ears It used to tickle like heck. Then I'd be lifted off the chair and the board was put away ready for another little boy wanting a haircut to come his way. I'd walk out of the barbers shop feeling really strange like I was naked uncomfortable and really funny A traumatic experience for a mere nipper I'd been sheared like a sheep chocked from the smoke and he had the cheek to take our money. Peter Dome.copyright.2015.. _________________