The Den

Dens are places you go and hide as a kid. You build them and create imaginary scenarios where a couple of old boxes become a hideout away from pirates or bandits. When I was little and built dens, I wouldn’t enter my ramshackle alternate-​universe and say: «short back and sides please mate». Why would I?
The Den is a tiny barbershop located just off Queen’s Road. It is called The Den because as far as barbers go, it is probably the closest you’re going to get to being one.
I am a big fan of this lovely little lair. It is small, but perfectly formed with comfortable leather waiting bench; flat-​screen TV; magazines and a single old-​school barber’s chair. Despite its size, The Den doesn’t feel pokey. Like a den, it has everything you want and it also has the added benefit of being surprisingly light and airy.
Richard is the dude who’ll do your ‘do. He’s friendly and very professional and unlike most barbers in this price range, actually listens to what you say to him. This means you can come out with a hairstyle that you don’t need to cover with a hat for weeks due to shock and embarrassment.