pearl
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May well have been one of the last ever customers for Coopers For Haircuts in Baker Street, sometime early nineties. He was always highly eccentric to the point of being seriously scary. Due to my normal barber having a queue on a Saturday, I decided to risk it. Big mistake. He was dressed in slippers and bathrobe, looked mightily like Uncle Fester out of the Addams Family who'd let himself go. Cats ran everywhere. Bowls of stinky cat food lay all over the floor. I've no idea whatsoever why I didn't bail out at that point. So I let him do his thing. The results were suitably appalling. Got a photo of the haircut abomination somewhere. Tho not yet ready to share it. And possibly never will be. Suffice to say he charged me £1.50, I gave him a fiver, told him to keep the change and ran screaming into the light. About a month later, the council closed him down.
I remember him ... can't believe so long ago. He had pictures of film stars like Tony Curtis on the walls, but only did one haircut, could always spot a victim! Was usually a mangy cat sprawled in the window. You're lucky you didn't get blood poisoning and you were ripped off, usually charged a £1.00 ..... not that I went there myself!