Where was I? Oh yes...
he whipped out this huge razor and waved it in front of my face.
It was at that exact moment that I realised three things
1: The little tv set in the corner which everyone was watching was tuned to the Al Jazira channel showing the latest pictures from Afghanistan and Iraq.
2: No one knew where I was.
3: I needed a change of underwear.
The barber gave me a very strange smile and asked if I was American.
I managed to squeek that I was Anglais. He smiled again and gently shaved the back of my neck.
The haircut cost about 50p and ten years off my life.
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