…such satisfaction when an ol’ Scots Jurassic scribbler’s tonsorial fashion comes full circle…

…not far from where Master Gallacher lived as a ‘wean’ in Docklands Govan in Glasgow, there sat a sort of commercial and light industrial area called Hillington Estate… a ten minute bus ride, or for we kids with less than limited money, a thirty- to forty-minute walk… the attraction for us resided not in the manufacturers buildings nor in the local car sales showrooms dotted around the place… our destination was a one-storey edifice in which trainee hairdresser-college barbers practiced their art on willing human guinea pigs such as ourselves, and even older men whose sparse earnings made free haircuts a welcome service… the more adventurous of we in the junior ranks chose to have almost bi-weekly changes from the styles shown on the black-and-white posters on the walls… (why they never had coloured photos of film stars and the celebrities on there has always baffled me)… suffice to note, the most popular cuts ranged from the ‘Tony Curtis’ (emb’dy remember him?) to the Duck’s Arse, (D.A.),so-named for its dovetailed rear feathering… for the really young fellas such as me, the implicit instructions from my Ma were to get either a half-crew cut, or a full crew cut… the closer the crop the better.. all the easier for her to conduct her regular  ‘free-from-lice-and-nits’ inspections… for several years until about the age of twelve, above my shoulders,

gooseberrySeumas G.I bore a striking resemblance to an oversized gooseberry… of course, the early and later teens developed into the usual Brylcreem period, where a talent developed for hair emulsion plastering… fast forward fifty or so years, and presto hey! lookee here… the last time I peeked in the mirror, an astounding measure of skullish ‘deja vu’ appeared… the return of the gooseberry cut… and I LUV IT… why? ‘cos all it  needs to maintain it is a splash of shampoo in the morning shower, and it’s ready for the entire day… such satisfaction when an ol’ Scots Jurassic scribbler’s tonsorial fashion comes full circle… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!



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10 responses to “…such satisfaction when an ol’ Scots Jurassic scribbler’s tonsorial fashion comes full circle…

  1. And now I’m copying you!

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  2. Like it. Had it. Am no longer allowed to have it. Although M’lady “fell in luv” with me with this hair style. She NOW tells me it’s ugly. WOMEN!

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  3. I’m considering it myself. 🙂

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  4. I decided years ago that the easiest style was a bun. I even look at my hair and it knots up. I can do nothing with it. It’s fine with a hint of curl. My mother braided it until I was nine (sheer torture). She had it cut and a neighbor gave me a home permanent. It looked like a bush. My grandmother had a hair stylist cut it and she cut away most of the permanent. My mother wasn’t happy. 😀 — Suzanne

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  5. DA cuts and Brylcream. Had to laugh at the memories of kids trying to get to the barber with instructions before their moms did.
    Mom had wanted a talented Temple look-a-like, but got a skinny awkward kid with straight fine hair – which she hated. So despite my pleas for pony tails, my hair was chopped pixie style…I was so happy when Twiggy and Mia Farrow showed up with theirs


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