I get on the bus again to go through to Hayes for a haircut. Get there ok then find the sign says open but the door is locked. Shit, not again, please. I decide to mill around and one of the lads comes back with dinner and finds it odd the door is locked so knocks and makes sure it is left on the latch. I think it best to wait 5 minutes so it doesn't look like I'm desperately waiting for the barbers to unlock the door when really I am. Nope, I'm just sitting here leaning on a telephone exchange box reading a book. Head in casually five minutes later. Lad who has just come back from dinner pops me in the seat and puts the robe on. He goes for quite a tight notch. 'not too tight is it' and then I go and reply 'oooh no, fine'. I have a very sensitive neck (I'm sure I will have mentioned this before) that makes me gag when things touch it. So he starts the hair cut and all I can think is 'please don't retch'. I have to sit and concentrate with all my will to not gag, my mouth is dry, I'm desperate to get the thing away from my neck. But I just stare into the mirror, trying to think about not getting flustered as it will only make my neck expand that tiny amount and make a gag certain. I was praying for the cuthroat razor to come out so he would loosen it to do my neck. For what seemed like a fucking eon he fiddled with my hair. Then goes to do the mini clippers along the back and tugs down on the edge of the robe to get the space. I just had to shut my eyes and hope for it to stop soon. I don't know how I didn't gag but I managed it. Finally he releases to do the back with the cuthroat, relief at last, although I still want to gag. When he's finished he goes to clip it up again, I fatten my neck out best I can and he attempts the tight one but then just settles for the next one down. A haircut is generally a pleasant experience but that just felt awful, but of course I'm too much of a social spastic that I couldn't just say at any point 'actually, it is a little tight, could you just loosen it a notch?'
Get on the bus and the memory of it makes me still want to gag.
A horrid jacket potato from Benjy's.
Going out with my two friends tonight for a drink. I may have one more than my regulation 5, what a rebel.
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