Harrogate - the Chelsea of the North?
Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 5:09 pm
A whole new experience yesterday.
Parked in Harrogate, I had some time to kill so I thought I'd get my hair cut...it is nearly spring after all.
I was on foot so I thought I'd explore locally...hey presto, a short walk away 'Noir Salon - Ladies and Gents'
This is the kind of establishment unfamiliar to myself. The ladies within the 'Hair & Beau-ee parlour' (although, this being Harrogate, the lady on the desk, I think, would have managed to pronounce the 't') hired a 'chair' and drew in their own business. It had a glossy interior with women customers inside wearing tin-foil in their hair. Very bizarre.
Said lady asked them one by one if they could accomodate me. One by one they looked over at me, and looked me up and down...I took off my wooly hat so they could see what they were up against.
One must have taken pity on me, maybe she thought she was being altruistic..."come back in twenty minutes". I shuffled out.
Once outside, I realised my mistake. In my hurry to get out, I hadn't asked the burning question.
I shuffled back in again..."sorry, I didn't ask - how much?"
She took out a book containing the girls rates and slid her fingers across from two directions at once, like she was working out a complicated logarithmic equation
She looked me up and down again and announced.... £25.00
Twenty five effing quid, plus tip, no doubt...I only wanted a haircut, not a share in the enterprise.
Needless to say, I left. I really didn't want to spend two years worth of haircut budget on one visit.
Yes, I am a Yorkshireman...but this was in Yorkshire. They should have KNOWN!
Parked in Harrogate, I had some time to kill so I thought I'd get my hair cut...it is nearly spring after all.
I was on foot so I thought I'd explore locally...hey presto, a short walk away 'Noir Salon - Ladies and Gents'
This is the kind of establishment unfamiliar to myself. The ladies within the 'Hair & Beau-ee parlour' (although, this being Harrogate, the lady on the desk, I think, would have managed to pronounce the 't') hired a 'chair' and drew in their own business. It had a glossy interior with women customers inside wearing tin-foil in their hair. Very bizarre.
Said lady asked them one by one if they could accomodate me. One by one they looked over at me, and looked me up and down...I took off my wooly hat so they could see what they were up against.
One must have taken pity on me, maybe she thought she was being altruistic..."come back in twenty minutes". I shuffled out.
Once outside, I realised my mistake. In my hurry to get out, I hadn't asked the burning question.
I shuffled back in again..."sorry, I didn't ask - how much?"
She took out a book containing the girls rates and slid her fingers across from two directions at once, like she was working out a complicated logarithmic equation
She looked me up and down again and announced.... £25.00
Twenty five effing quid, plus tip, no doubt...I only wanted a haircut, not a share in the enterprise.
Needless to say, I left. I really didn't want to spend two years worth of haircut budget on one visit.
Yes, I am a Yorkshireman...but this was in Yorkshire. They should have KNOWN!