I walked into a barbers once. I sat down with the other customers waiting, not taking too much notice of my surroundings. A few seconds later I started to look around and realised I was in an ex-shop of some kind, stripped of its fittings. The only thing in there was a 'fitted' kitchen unit propped up againt a wall with a small mirror balanced on top of it. The 'barber' was an Indian lad that looked about 16. He had, what looked like, some cheap Argos clippers and one pair of scissors. I took out my mobile, went to ringtones and played one. I then made a sharp exit for the door whilst taking my important 'call' 
