Wednesday - Sweeney Todd Makes Me Look Thick

After a long lie in this morning, (The Hoff didn't run through the whole collection this morning) I thought what should I do today? I messed around at home for quite a while, drinking coffee (I think the 8 cups a day at training school was a little excessive, but still need something to get of going) and answering emails, it was time to get a move on.

On the agenda was nothing exciting, only a haircut. I decided to in into the city, as I'd not been there since day one. Surely enough, after a couple detours, and a few wrong turns I managed to find the right highway (I'm going to learn my way around eventually). It was how I remembered. As you can see, it was still quite busy, with a lot of people all trying to go about their business.

There was a opera singer there singing way to her heart's content. I've heard some dreadful singing in my time, and this would rank up there with some of them. Battling with her was some Scottish piper, dressed in the whole tartan regalia, droning away as only bag pipes can do. Occasionally when these two were momentarily quite, the distant sound for somebody playing an electric guitar could be heard. It was a dreadful cacophony of sound; and almost put me off sitting outside in an on street cafe, to enjoy the passing world.

After an hour or so of watching the world go by, I resolved to get my flowing locks cut (I know my hair most likely aren't described anywhere else as flowing locks) and wondered down the street to some little Chinese Barber Shop, and there I waited until it was my turn.

When I got into Sweeney Todd's chair (It felt like it anyway, as the barber was brandishing a cut throat razor) I was asked how I want my hair cut. I thought he said "If I cut your hair really short, it will make it look thick." So off with it all, I said. Regrettably I think that he actually said "If I cut your hair really short, it will make you look thick!" (Yes, I know it is an old one, but still funny.)

After escaping from the barbers – with a cut throat shave as well – I went home, and did nothing else for the rest of the day. I cannot really make my days off sound any more interesting than they are. Oh, and as well as a lie in in the morning, I did sleep most of the afternoon as well, dreaming of a Pipe Playing, Opera Singing, demon barber of Murray Street, only because there isn't a Fleet Street here with a Barbershop!