For 14 years only one man has cut my hair. Actually, that is not strictly true. Last year I went elsewhere and I felt like a husband visiting a prostitute for the first time. It made me realise how attached I’d become to my barber, Kyri, a Greek Cypriot with a shop in Kensal Rise.
Henry Jeffreys
The last male space – why old-fashioned barbers are booming
It’s a place for relaxed, civilised conversation (and a cheap haircut, of course)
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