A NUMBER OF MEN ARE WAITING FOR A HAIRCUT.
What can I do for you sir?
Give me a number two will you.
Right you are sir.
THE BARBER REACHES INTO A BUCKET BEHIND THE CHAIR, PULLS OUT A FRESHLY SQUEEZED TURD-LOG AND SLAPS IT DOWN ON THE CROWN OF
WITH AN OUTRAGED GRUNT OF DISGUST,
What the hell are you doing?!
THE BARBER SHRUGS.
There's something seriously wrong with you - you know that don't you?
THE BARBER LOWERS HIS HEAD LIKE A NAUGHTY SCHOOL-BOY, BUT GIVES NO RESPONSE.
THE BARBER PERKS UP.
Monday, 22 January 2007
Shave and a haircut