The Barber

Here's a scoop, barbers are the new taxi drivers, true story. By that I don't mean Barbers are cleaning up the scum off the streets. No, no vigilante barbers. Why are barbers the new taxi drivers? Well, because they have a viewpoint or something to say, they are in a place where time goes slow and they have something to say. They have to let IT out, moments on end, all alone, gives them a lot of time to think (which doesn't seem to do them any favours).

I have a very strange thing with barbers, I want to sit in the chair, tell them what I want (I'll never come in with no idea again, that barber got scared). I want them to try and have a conversation, but I don't want a conversation, I want them to try though. It is a very absurd idiosyncracy. It doesn't always work out that way.

Graduation is coming up, so I go up the road to the nearest barbers, haven't been there since I was a kid. I used to go there all the time when I was a kid up until I was 13-14, a nice old man used to run the place and it was nice. Then the barbers was bought out by a greek guy, charming as he was, he dropped the scissors whilst cutting my hair. Never went back there again, until now.  I enter and the place is empty, a scruffy fat fiftysomething looks out from the backroom and tells me to take a seat, he'll be with me in a second. I sit, 4-5 minutes later he comes out in his tracksuit.

I tell the guy what I want, he gets to it, it's been a while since I had my hair cut (june/july) he's surprised and here comes the put downs, then when I tell him I am looking for work, oh boy, how he goes off on one. Telling me, 'no mate, no, you'll never get a job with this' Thus begins the lecture of grooming, and stories of how he helped people get an interview for a job, but the person turned up with scruffy hair in a tracksuit and didn't get the job. It's like looking in the mirror, for this guy. He is the person who holds all the truths of life, the people who have been given my CV and sent application forms with my name on it, they must look at it and go "not at chance, not with that hair". Halfway through, I want out but you've got to stay there, he has the power and I am not walking out with a number 7 on one side and a number 30 on the other. Well played barber.

Taxi driver mentality coupled with a barber is a scary form of crossbreeding and a real one. I should've gone to the other barbers a few miles away who for some erractic reason, started telling me about her three failed marriages.

Things are happening faster

I'm taking steps toward what I mentioned in an earlier post (the one with all the youtube videos). I have a lot more time of prep for whatever I choose to release first.

Why?

New laptop, for the past three years, I have been stuck with a free computer that did it's job. I played music and I could use it to write essays and scripts. I've finally gone and bought a top of the range laptop so it can do a lot more.

This is vague as fuck, but by january I might have something to show for it. If it sucks, then I'll work on it for longer. It's one thing to produce something and release it, it's another thing entirely to do it right.

Hopefully I might get into some scriptwriting at some time. This isn't the blog of the month. Just a little something to write, scrape 'write something' off my to do list.