I’ve been growing hairs on my head for as long as I’ve been alive. A lot of my buddies are bald or balding, not me, I still have a full head of hair. It started turning silver about mid-30’s. I’ve been told salt and pepper hairs are sophisticated, I heard that one once and, sexy, that’s the other one I’ve heard. I’ve been told a whole lot of other things in between, way too many to remember and, there’s a lot of ish talking in there, too, but sophisticated and sexy are the only ones I care to remember.
During that time, while having the hairs on my head I was just telling you about, I’ve had my hairs done/did, whichever reads best to you, a lot. My head’s seen a lot of things—razors, dreadlocks, bleach, flat tops, all of the above including the current do, a fohawk or, as I like to say to the person with the shears in their hand, “sharpen up my head turner.”
Totally kidding—I’ve never said that to anyone in my life. Interesting, I didn’t know this article was going to do this. I thought I would just set the stage for all of the pictures I took today which, by the way, I have some nice pictures to show you, attach them, click the post button, and be onto the next one. The scenery around here is gorgeous. It’s tough to take a bad picture in Liverpool, UK.
The hairs on my head, remember? I’ve been telling you about them since the opening sentence of the first paragraph, they’ve seen a lot of shears—a lot! At roughly two do’s/month for over 44 years, you’re talking about a number that would be easier to figure out on a calculator. I’ve had my hairs cut by the girls at the bikini joint and felt so bad for her, for getting my hairs all inside her bikini, I never went back. I’ve been served beers and whiskey at the ones in Las Vegas, been to the ones with pool tables, dart boards, skateboard ramps and things like that, all really cool spots to get your hairs cut. I’ve even been to the one where if you don’t get there before noon, you better try again tomorrow because the gentleman’s too drunk to cut hair after lunch—don’t drink and cut.
I’m leaving a lot out, I know it, two do’s/month is a lot to remember. I can remember having to call my mother one time because the barber had to verify it was ok to send me home with shapes in my head before he made shapes in my head. I’ve had my hairs cut by freshly released convicts on their first attempt at staying out of prison after several years of incarceration—several times.
I’ve seen a lot of shears and I’ve been inside a lot of barber shops. But never, until today, have I ever been inside a barber shop where you can get your hairs cut, get tattooed, request a mix from the DJ, and shoot pool—first time I’ve ever seen that. Oh, and order food from the kitchen and a drink from the full bar, too, with several beers on tap, can you believe that? All of that at the same barber shop.
Photos—iPhone 8+ (in a pink case).
Dr. Feelgood Tattoo Studio, 6 Bold Street. Liverpool, UK. The same address as Bar 17 and Est 15 Barbers—where I got my head turner sharpened up.
I got inside and dude at the front, super nice and friendly like everyone in England, asked me what I need (in his British accent), “aye mate?” I pointed at my head, “just my hairs cut, please?” He said “ifa’ya need’in da hairs matey, see heem, yeea” pointing at the barber chairs on the left side of the room and (I hope my typing sounds British) “win’yant mo awt-wuck, coma s’me, yeea” pointing at one of the tattoo chairs on the right side of the room. I got both of their business cards.
I was really impressed with the inside—coolest barber shop I’ve been in. They have black, spray painted picnic tables and full size sofas in the middle of everything where you can eat, watch people get tattooed, order a drink, wait for the pool table or a barber chair to open up, etc. and regular booth style seating too. I sat down and got a good look around the joint—including the view from the chair.
See the paint outside? The whole alley leading to and from the tattoo/bar/barber shop has a Spanish style mural with a day of the dead skull in black and red. There’s always street performers in Liverpool, too, every day of every week, multiple people are out there busking. I even saw a fancy Bitcoin ATM, the fanciest one I’ve ever seen actually—better yet, I’ll just show you.
I have more than 50 pictures of Liverpool to show you from today but who’s counting? “Only in Liverpool 🏴 🇬🇧.” I’m glad you’re here right now—thank you! There’s so many pictures waiting to be captured here, it’s tough to snap a bad shot. Even the double-decker, public transportation, bus ride back to the air b&b we’ll be at for another two weeks eats up my battery. And the hairscut, oh man! I haven’t had one like that since Long Beach Clipper Parlor in Long Beach, California—perfect! Thanks, Gaz! “See ya in two weeks.” 👍🏿
When I left and expressed my gratitude he asked me if I’d write a review. I was like ‘huh, #write?? What?! Never heard of it.’ 🤔 “Review?” I asked. “Yeah, you know, just like a Google review or something, if you don’t mind,” is what he said. “Alright,” I played along. What I’ll do is stop back by there tomorrow and give him a link to this article. He’ll know what’s up when he gets to the part that says...
I’ll do something like this for you instead, how’s that? And I’ll post it on the #steem blockchain, ever hear of it? What about Steemit? It’s the ecosystem you’re contributing to right now by reading this article. I’m about to contribute to it even more by clearing up space on my phone and storing all of these pictures of Liverpool on the #blockchain. Enlarge the first one, take your time and enjoy the scroll—welcome to Liverpool, UK, the birthplace of The Beatles and home to one of the best hairscuts I’ve ever frikkin had.
