My hair options are limited by the limited number of hairs on my head. Oh well, I still like to go somewhere where i can avoid saying simply«number one, two or three please». This place is tucked into a passage down the side of the Home Office building. I’m sure Teresa May would visit if she could. It probably doesn’t get much passing trade as it is tricky to spot, but it clearly has a very large number of regulars. When you enter the friendly and happy Eastern European ladies always have a smile and whilst my hair cuts are probably not too interesting for them to do, it never shows. They know their stuff and listening to the pop music and having a chat whilst getting a very reasonably priced and above all competent cut is a very good thing indeed. Waiting times are always short. I shall return-I just need to wait for my weedy hairs to grow back!