Just Men Barbars

Probably the most «normal» of all the barbers I’ve visited on my budget haircut city odyssey, but with it being Kirkgate I was still treated to a shouted phone conversation with someone called «Stace» over exactly who said who was driving in their police statement. Fortunately, there wasn’t much of a queue for late morning on a Saturday, and it’s not so sketchy a place that I daren’t take my phone out to help fake not listening to my increasingly anxious waiting room neighbour («I’m not going down fer it, I’m not!» etc etc).
It’s £10 for a «trim», with myriad options of side length ranging from grade 5 to nothing, but I reckon they’d have a go at most contemporary styles. The chap next to me was getting a very tidy retro-​comb back with grade 1 sides and a little wave at the back, which the dude seemed to manage pretty well, even if it did look a little 2011 (meow). Untroubled by such transitory desires as being fashionable, or even looking attractive, my skill requirements are far lower, and the choppy chappy managed my personal barnet composition (something I’ve christened «The Dad») with casual aplomb.
He did seem to spend a lot more time on one side of my head than the other, which wasn’t good for my missed-​breakfast paranoia. Also, the banter/​conversation was garbled nonsense, although they did offer to glue some hair back on for me at the end. Still the best budget haircut I’ve had in the city centre.