Hair Today

As a child, I hated going to the barber. I'd walk in with my day, they would put a plank of wood on the handles of the chair, joke about how short I was. As he would cut my hair, he'd joke about how he once slipped and cut someone's ear off (would I like to see the ear? No thanks), granted at the end of it all, I would get a lollipop but then I would have an itchy back for the rest of the day, it just wasn't pleasant.

Tonight I did very much the same thing, I went for a hair cut, how stark the differences! I sat down, they washed my hair and gave a quick head massage, then talked about Hugh Everett the third and his, then, ground breaking theories on parallel universes. Talked a bit about the big 'M' theory and how a number of theories the quantum physics seemed to merge into one when seen in a world with (I think) eleven dimensions.

Cracking open a bottle of a fine Welsh single malt, we chatted about various other things like HD tv, the fact that some countries don't seem to have an indigenous rebellious sub-culture that they can call their own so they create a mishmash of others that seem to work rather well together. How Mr. Bean seems to be more exportable to non English speaking nations then, say, Seinfeld.

We spoke about how in the London elections, a 'non of the above' option would have been invaluable. How the BBC iPlayer's volume control goes up to '11' and both of us thought 'Spinal Tap' was a real documentary when we first saw it. At the end of it all, my ears were once again visible. Over all, despite the fact I spent the evening doing pretty much nothing, an enjoyable experience. Alas, no lolly tho.