Whilst out shopping for some sugar in East Sheen recently, I mistakenly walked into a shop entitled Sugar, naturally presuming this was where my saccharin wish would be granted. Imagine my surprise when I was approached by a young lady asking me if I had an appointment. Tutting in a rather derogatory manner, I highlighted the ridiculousness of her questioning. Her gesturing arm offered me a quick scan of the shop and I realised the error of my judgment. This was in fact the rather misleading title of a bespoke hair-styling emporium.
Not wishing to waste the opportunity with which I had inadvertently been presented, I took to a vacant chair and was soon in the midst of a soothing hair wash. A mellow massage of my scalp followed and as the haunting melodies of Nick Drake hung like aural mist around my ears, I drifted into semi-consciousness. A warm towel wrapped around my sodden head brought me back to life and I was led to a comfortable chair. Within seconds the sound of clippers 'tch tsh tshing' away echoed in my ears as the shops virtuoso proprietor, Ryan, began sculpting my dampened locks.
Brought to attention by a freshly ground cup of coffee we chatted endlessly about life, love and music. Jagger, Richards, Wyman, Watts.no Stone was left unturned. I was so engrossed, only the whoosh of the cutting cape as it was whisked from my shoulders made me realise Ryan's work was done. His attention to detail was infinitesimal. Each snip of the scissors recalled Michelangelo chipping stone from his David, each stroke of the dryer bringing a comforting sirocco breeze and lending shine to my hair and the final application of Milkshake gel, like icing upon a bride's cake. Perfect.
I parted with what seemed an embarrassing amount of money to cover my experience and requested further treatment some 5 weeks in advance.
A truly superb experience which left only one question unanswered. Where on earth do you buy sugar in East Sheen? read more