Mr Dice part 1 by Snipped Sam / shorn lad
Back in the late 1970s the majority of lads of my age had very long hair, at 16, I had for some time had a facination
for the more traditional barbers shops and short haircuts.I kept my hair very neat, but by todays standards it was long.
During holiday time to earn a bit extra cash I helped out in a garden shop one or two days a week, the owner Mr Dice
was an extremely likeable character and a pleasure to work for.
Mr Dice would sometimes tease me about the length of my hair, it was a bit of a standing joke, but he always said I
looked smart, very clean and tidy.. pity about the hair.
One particular afternoon it was early closing, so as we left and Mr Dice locked the door,
`so what are your plans for this afternoon Simon?`
`probably go into town, have a look round`
`i`m going that way, we can walk together if you like`
we chatted as we walked , after a few minutes Mr Dice stopped.
`well simon ,this is where I leave you, I have to pay a visit to my barber, thats a gentleman who cuts hair Simon`
`yes, Mr Dice,I think I know what a barber is`
`not one of those fancy places that you probably go to though`
`is that where you go then ?` i asked seeing a red and white barbers pole at the corner of the street we had stopped
`yes, you do not know it then?`
`well i can`t say I have been there, no `
`he is a very nice man, and a very good barber too Simon`
`when you say a very good barber, Mr Dice what do you mean`
`he gives a very good haircut and he prefers to cut hair short, why dont you come with me ? you don`t have to
have your haircut,but it will enable you to see for yourself`
`o.k if he won`t mind`
So I went in with Mr Dice,he introduced me to the barber, who was extremely nice to me, very friendly and
his shop was very traditional,spotlessly clean and gave a good feel of privacy, fully curtained so people could
not see in.
I sat down in one of the waiting chairs whilst Mr Dice had his usual smart haircut, in fact this time I heard him ask
for a little shorter than usual. Eventually Mr Dice was all done, had been brushed down and paid for his haircut.
I still sat in the chair,thinking if only he would send me to the chair now or say something like ,Simon get your haircut.
They chatted about horse racing for a couple of minutes,
the barber then looked over at me
`alright young Simon ?`
`what would you say if I now said next , simon ?`
`nothing,sir` I replied
`you would say nothing at all ?`
`no, just stand up to go to the chair for my haircut`
the barber turned to Mr Dice, `thats a bit of a suprise Charles not the answer I was expecting`
`nor me,.. how do you feel about having your haircut Simon now you are here?`
`feelings do not come into it Mr Dice, its really what needs to be done that matters`
i thought that was a very brave thing to say really afterwards,i just wanted him to take the bull by
the horns and tell me to get my haircut.
`well simon you probably know what i think, a nice short haircut is called for`
`I know mr Dice,and i think thats why i am here, why you brought me to see your barber,and i am happy
for you to get the job done`
`you would like me to get the barber to cut your hair short Simon?`
`you know what needs to be done sir,and thats what matters`
`simon, haircut and no arguments`
`yes Mr Dice`
I then stood up to make my way to the barbers chair
to be continued...