Success, Haircuts and Fine Food
It’s a dog eat dog world aint it?? I met a guy in the pub tonight that I hadn’t seen in ages tonight, he clocked me and I clocked him. Last time I met him he mentioned “Where you guys been you just seemed to fall of the music radar?”. I assumed this was the reason I had to approach him; I regretted it when I did as he asked “Where do I know you from?” Hmmm don’t worry about me I said I’ll just return to the rather more unsuccessful rock from which I came. But I didn’t.
I’m getting my haircut tomorrow and it’s f***ing expensive. I always used to get my haircut for free of this Turkish geezer called Ercan (pronounced Ershan) but since a few key relationships ended my link has been severed somewhat its been kinda difficult to get a response. I guess he knows why I’m calling but we always have a good crack and a few beers and I go home with a great new barnet. Last time we spoke, inbetween trying to get me to go to the boxing or the dog track he mentioned he was trying to write a book about religion; encompassing everyone from the beer swilling, bacon butty eating Muslims to the straighter laced “by the book” types. I’d like to read it. There are always different degrees of something, be it religion, murder or success.
My new hairdresser is Giovanni from Turin he cost £34 can u believe it? I used to be able to get pissed on that back home in Glasgow and now I can’t even get my haircut for much less. He’s the first hairdresser I met that keeps his mouth shut and doesn’t “talk and cut” I think that’s why I pay extra. I also get good coffee.
I’m finally going back to Scotland for the first time in ages this weekend. I didn’t go back for Christmas or New Year so I’m cooking my Old Dutch dinner for mother’s day. I’m cooking scallops and chorizo to start, seafood paella for mains, and chocolate mousse for desert. I find myself with champagne taste and a beer income on a regular basis.
In conclusion, if you have also been in the pub and had one too many golden elixirs and feel like telling the world something tell me this….
1) How much was your last haircut?
2) What was the last swanky meal you cooked? And none of that frozen cheesecake shit!
3) How much does a pint of Staropramen, a Jack Daniels and coke, and a shot of Sambuca cost in your local. Does your barman look like a highwayman?
Till next time
Stuart xx
