Tuesday 7 October 2008

I Barbiere di West Malling

My hairdresser, Phil, is a man of rare wit and charm.

He staffs his salon exclusively with attractive girls, knows how I take my coffee (orally) and can use words like 'equilibrium', 'meretricious' and 'notwithstanding'.

I saw him this morning. "Trust me," he said. And then gave me a mullet.

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