The essence of a skilled barber is the use of scissors. How true now? I remember many evocative haircuts, Seville to Singapore, undertaken by craftsmen proud of their talent.
But woe betide, I was recently deceived into taking the chair in a so-called "barbers" with no scissors in sight, apparently obsolete.
Brandishing electric clippers, the young man offered a range of "grades" 0-8. Disguising my ignorance, I chose 4, not to be mistaken for a US marine. Strimming away like a sheep shearer, the result precisely 1/2 inch all over. Damage? 20 quid!
Back to Trumpers next time.