Something for the weekend sir?

When I was very small my mum stopped taking me to the lady across the road who permed her hair, for my trims and took me to a proper barbers. It had a red and white stripped pole out the front and everything. Up at the Three Tuns opposite the fire station it was a big adventure for me, sitting on the booster seat in front of the mirror the man use to joke he would cut an ear off or shave me bald! Following a couple of years elsewhere until they closed I ventured back in and have been ever since. It shocked me as I was walking in today that John has been in business there since the late 1960s. The conversation usually falls to F1, fast cars or his many trips to Cyprus and I get change fro a tenner.