I just got back from a year in the middle of nowhere in Canada, where I found the best haircut ever, from a tattooed fiftysomething rock chick in a bric-a-brac shop, for $8 (£5). This totally blew away all preconceptions I had about paying lots of money for haircuts. In fact, I realised that there'd actually been a correlation between the expensiveness of the service and the crapness of the result.
So when I got back, I thought I'd give this tiny local barber a try. He's not tiny, but his shop is. It's thinly sandwiched between the chemist and the chinese takeaway. There's a few other hairdressers nearby, including the long-established Colin The Barber on Cobbold Road (old school) - and for a long time after he opened, I never saw anybody in here. Now, though, it seems busier (though according to him, business is still slow) and I can see why. He gives a bloody good cut.
Also, I always feel so oppressed by fake cool hairdressers. When they start talking to me, and I realise I have to up my Cool game, I just want to grab the scissors and plunge them into my eyes. There's none of that with this guy.
And he's cheap. read more