Very British Problems when having a haircut
1 Insisting the temperature is “fine” as what must be water from a kettle is
poured over your head.
2 Never feeling more tense than when fighting against the pleasant feeling of
the head massage.
3 Showing a photo of you when you were 10 years younger and three stone
lighter and asking, “Can you make me look like this, please?”
4 Accepting a complimentary drink as if you’ve just been offered £500 in
5 Being gripped by the sadness of having to assess your own face for ages in the hairdresser’s mirror.
6 Rearranging your hands and accidentally looking like you’re doing
something devious under the cape.
7 Being thrilled at seeing the back of your head for the first time since your
8 Feeling consumed by guilt as you’re encouraged to stand up and cover the
clean floor with bits of hair.
9 Being mystified as to how “what have you done?” somehow leaves your
mouth as “excellent, thank you very much!”
10 Waiting until you’re at least 50 strides away from the building until you
completely restyle your head in a coffee-shop window.
So funny. You can tell when it’s gone wrong if you are paying and they start telling you how lovely it looks!
I always rush to get home to wet it and blow dry it myself. I can’t think of anything in the world more tedious than having your hair blown dry by someone else for half an hour when it takes you five mins at home.
So funny too ref head massage etiquette. I had a haircut yesterday and I was thinking it was like a large squid squeezing my head. Tried to make my best pretend ooh so relaxed face, so as not to offend haha!
Then there are hairdressers who take out their frustration on your scalp when washing. But the worst is when they have nail extensions.
I am so pleased that I am male.
15 minutes, £10, job done.
Had the last one before Corona when it was still possible to have it without the hair being washed in the salon. I’ve never had a hair wash done by a hairdresser and wouldn’t like it. I dislike the whole procedure which includes making an appointment, still having to wait, having to describe what you want, making small talk, having to praise the result, and the hassle of declining offers of over-priced products.
I’d rather see a dentist than a hairdresser.
The entire experience is horrible.
Having people wash your hair with stuff you never added for. Cutting your hair in ways you never asked for. Needing to play that stupid shop talk game of pretentious nicely nice while they try and convince you how lovely your hair looks yet mist of its on the floor. Standing there smelling like the hair salon itself which is over kill. No thanks.
No trials as described but I have to sit on a very low stool so that Mrs mart can cut my hair from her wheelchair. Twist this way and that way so various areas of the head can be cut. It isn’t ideal for either of us but saved a fortune over the years.
Neither of us wants this too often, so my hair goes from being cut very short to letting it grow very long. A couple of months between cuts mostly. It would feel really wierd going to the barbers and letting someone else do it.
I never opt for a hair wash when I have my short back and sides. Apart from the extra cost, and water dripping down from your neck, I go home after,
and wash it myself in the shower. It also gets shot of them little bits that get down your back.
Funnily enough just come back from town and waited for husband to have his hair cut. He has been going to Turkish barbers for several years now.
He gets hair cut, eyebrow trim for £9. They smooth the hair down with lovely lemon scented cologne. Smells delicious and the haircut is great as always.
I just use clippers and massacre my own hair these days.
I love the Turkish lemon cologne, very expensive from the Turkish barbers so I get mine from Amazon. It goes almost everywhere with me…sad but true.
This has given me a giggle - I can relate to quite a few things on that list!
The thing about the complimentary drink - how embarrassing it is when the complimentary drink turns out to taste awful - but you daren’t leave it in case you offend your stylist - so you end up drinking the evil concoction and try not to shudder or let the disgust show on your face!
I learned that lesson on my first visit to the hair salon I currently use. The stylist is great but it is her Mum who acts as her assistant and she made me a cup of coffee on my first visit there - she must have used about a tablespoon of cheap instant coffee, half-dissolved in luke-warm water, with undissolved coffee granules still floating on top, with a generous splash of long life milk …. How I managed to drink that stuff I don’t know - I could feel my throat closing up each time I put the mug to my lips and I shuddered inside with every sip.
Why I didn’t just leave it, I don’t know - this British politeness can be taken too far but it’s so ingrained in me, I just can’t break the habit!
At least that experience taught me to just say “No thanks, I’m fine” to the offer of a drink whenever I go to the hair salon now!
We have a mobile hairdresser that’s been coming to us for more than 30 years, only the mrs has her hair washed I wash mine everyday so when it’s getting cut he just lightly wets it, there’s no excuse for dodgy cups of tea, we even buy special biscuits for his visit…
I hate the smell of the products. It sometimes lingers for more than one wash.
Not sad at all Chilliboot. It is so lovely and fresh. We bought a huge dispenser of it on Ebay which we decant into smaller bottles and we have them all over the house.
During covid I used to do my husband’s hair with clippers but the Turkish men do it so much better and also do his beard into a trendy shape. It’s a proper stylish haircut not a bodge job like I do.
Great minds RoseRed,
I buy the 1litre containers too and decant.
It goes for about six quid for a small bottle at the barber’s!
never been to a barbers since 1970s,i cut my own,
It’s a bit of a journey to the hairdresser 40miles back to where I use to live for the latest gossip and a good cut .
Don’t they ask “Would you like something for the weekend,sir?” anymore.
That was before the days of Amazon.