I was in town today and decided it was high time I had my hair cut. I ‘looked like a poet’, as my mother would say. I chose a barber shop in the GPO Arcade and went in, where I was attended to by a Latvian lady called Christina
As I was a captive audience I allowed myself the pleasure of looking at the lady who cut my hair. Like most men I am very much taken by female beauty. But unlike some men I know, I told her she was gorgeous just for the pleasure of seeing her smile. And it felt good.