The Hairdresser of Plaistow
For at least 10 years, Kevin has cycled from his house to mine every two months or so to cut my hair. He’s well into his 60s now, though he’s slim as a boy. He left school at 15 and was apprenticed to a bookbinder. He didn’t like it, so he changed to hairdressing, encouraged by a mother who looked forward to regular hairdos and was unworried by hairdressing’s reputation for effeminacy.
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