ANYONE FOR A HAIR CUT?
The NCVs have all recently attended an intermediate hair and beauty course, run by a Mr.Teasy Weasy (extremely well known in hairdressing circles) and, this week, they were due to put their newly acquired skills in the art of coiffure into practice. They had been sent on a work placement at the 'Hair-do-well' salon on the outskirts of Glasshouses; a hairdressing establishment of world renown.
Graham rolled up on his swanky new electric bike and
was immediately surrounded by the bike fanatics in the group.
On arrival at the aforementioned salon the NCVs were a little taken aback. The combs and scissors they had been using on the course were nowhere to be seen. Instead there was this collection of strange accoutrements.
Art installation or tools of the trade?
Some NCVs required support in setting up these unfamiliar tools. "Osian", said Mr TW "please ensure both handles face in the same direction..."
Mr. TW explained that they would be working as a team on just one customer - a Ms Verge-inia Creeper - who was booked in for her annual hair cut. He believed that the skills they had learned during the course were directly transferrable to these new tools.
When she eventually arrived and removed her head scarf the NCVs realised why there was just a single customer.
This was not going to be a straightforward
bob or short back and sides.
Ms Creeper smiled apologetically and the NCVs got to work...
Tony decided to use a number 4 setting on the razor first
and clear the neck hair.
Ken preferred to stick to the large scale comb.
As Ms Creeper's curly locks fell to the floor NCVs dashed in to clear
the hair out of the way.
Tom had enormous fun making hair sausages.
These had to be lifted and stacked against the salon's wall
out of the way.
Mr TW took this learning opportunity to teach
Osian a little about wig fitting.
Paul had decided to come dressed as a cowboy.
Overheard in the vicinity of these two trainees:
"Is my swath big enough for your winrow?"
One can only wonder at what they were discussing.
Mr TW kept shouting
"Remember to sharpen your instruments!"
So the NCVs dutifully did as they were told.
Everyone had to be careful as they worked. Every so often a toad
would appear and had to be transferred to a safe place.
A number of wasps' nests were also encountered. Sometimes with painful results.
Ms Creeper apologised.
"So sorry - I just don't seem to be able to keep on top of these kind of infestations.
Still - it's better than nits."
In spare moments other new skills were imparted by Mr TW. Not all of these worked out well....
Osian was certainly not happy with the impromptu perm that
an un-named NCV tried out on his pate. He immediately donned
a hat to hide the mess that had been made.
On the other hand, Paul was quite pleased with the lower
leg hair removal waxing that another trainee attempted.
He was heard to say that the painful removal of the wax strips
had quite taken his mind off the wasp sting on his ankle.
The heat in the salon was quite overwhelming so everyone was
glad of the shady staff relaxation area at the rear of the premises.
By 2pm the hair cut was complete and Ms Creeper was shown the
result in the mirror.
"Wonderful!" she said. "I think, Mr Teasy Weasy, you have trained these
young stylists very well indeed. Now - can I book in my other half
for his annual appointment next Tuesday? His hair is just as bad as mine was!"
The NCVs hearts sank but, true professionals that they are,
continued to smile; at least until she walked out the door.
For any readers who want a challenge - try to guess who these legs belong to.Answers on a post card.
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