The Great Institution of Chatham Street (TGI of CS) has standards. It’s the kind of place which encourages a certain level of intelligence and decorum.
I am very much in favour of these standards.
As such, in order to ensure that I continue to be served The Life Enhancing Liquid of Chatham Street, I must pay close attention to my general demeanour and, from to time, take appropriate action.
These are the times when I need a haircut.
On these momentous days I head south through Temple Bar, onto South Great George’s Street, Aungier Street, Wexford Street, Camden Street, South Richmond Street, hang a sharp right onto Lennox Street and shortly afterwards I arrive at my desired destination; The Coolest Hair Salon In The World (TCHSITW).
I enter the TCHSITW and I am greeted by my good friend, Vidal of Portobello.
For mere mortals, getting an appointment with Vidal of Portobello can be something of a challenging experience. He is very much in demand. However he does have his ‘Special Clients’.
I have the extreme good fortune to be one of them.
Starting off downstairs with a soothing shampooing and head massage, I then move back upstairs and settle in for the main event. Cappuccino is served. Sorted.
TCHSITW always has some excellent sounds wafting through the air. Today The Cure are doing their thing as Vidal sets to work.
I’ve known Vidal of Portobello for many years now. He is one of life’s good guys. A family man. Over the years I have had many interesting conversations with Vidal as he meticulously goes about his craft. He’s a well informed guy.
As is the norm, the chat on this day flows from one subject to the next, music to movies, politics to personal, and before I can say ‘The Southside of Dublin is actually quite a nice spot’, I am a new man. My curls are shorter and tidier than before. Respectability has returned.
I thank Vidal for his time and effort, I settle my account, and I carry on about my business.
TGI of CS approve of The New Me.
All is well.