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Nicky Clarke and Mrs Nicky Clarke are at work to discuss a fragrance he's launching.
So I'm in the kitchen having a smoke, and he wanders in with his little group.
"Hello" says he
"Alright" says I
"Can we smoke in here" says he
"Yep, here you go" says I and hand him a fag.
We get to chatting and he is talking about the building etc (being a listed Georgian Manor House) and I ask him what he does.
"I'm Nicky Clarke" says he
"And I'm Goatboy (real name used though)" says I
"I'm a hairdresser" says he
"That's nice." says I
"Mr Clarke has a waiting list of over 2 months in his salon" says my colleague "And charges about £300 for a haircut"
Goatboy's jaw falls open, "£300 for a haircut?"
Mr Clare nods and smiles.
"Why so much?" says I.
"Well, because I am well known"
"Yeah but £300 for a haircut? That's ridiculous, doesn't it grow out in 3 weeks?"
He nods
"So, let me get this straight. People wait for 2 months and pay £300 for a haircut from you?"
He nods once more, his posse looks uncomfortable
"That's bloody stupid, no offence Nicky but that's stupid money for a haircut. I paid £7 for a number 2 last week. You could feed a family for a month on that"
He looks confused and smokes for a while, "Well people are prepared to pay that much."
"yeah but come on mate, £300 for a haircut, do you use magic scissors or something?"
He laughs and goes into his meeting, I get chewed out by colleague for daring to question a hairdresser.
A celebrity hairdresser?
Big deal, a man famous for cutting hair.
The day I bow down to a bloody hairdresser is the day I watch Big Brother with a smile and a thin line of drool.
Funny thing is, he has almost a mullet.
So I guess that's fashionable now?
So I'm in the kitchen having a smoke, and he wanders in with his little group.
"Hello" says he
"Alright" says I
"Can we smoke in here" says he
"Yep, here you go" says I and hand him a fag.
We get to chatting and he is talking about the building etc (being a listed Georgian Manor House) and I ask him what he does.
"I'm Nicky Clarke" says he
"And I'm Goatboy (real name used though)" says I
"I'm a hairdresser" says he
"That's nice." says I
"Mr Clarke has a waiting list of over 2 months in his salon" says my colleague "And charges about £300 for a haircut"
Goatboy's jaw falls open, "£300 for a haircut?"
Mr Clare nods and smiles.
"Why so much?" says I.
"Well, because I am well known"
"Yeah but £300 for a haircut? That's ridiculous, doesn't it grow out in 3 weeks?"
He nods
"So, let me get this straight. People wait for 2 months and pay £300 for a haircut from you?"
He nods once more, his posse looks uncomfortable
"That's bloody stupid, no offence Nicky but that's stupid money for a haircut. I paid £7 for a number 2 last week. You could feed a family for a month on that"
He looks confused and smokes for a while, "Well people are prepared to pay that much."
"yeah but come on mate, £300 for a haircut, do you use magic scissors or something?"
He laughs and goes into his meeting, I get chewed out by colleague for daring to question a hairdresser.
A celebrity hairdresser?
Big deal, a man famous for cutting hair.
The day I bow down to a bloody hairdresser is the day I watch Big Brother with a smile and a thin line of drool.
Funny thing is, he has almost a mullet.
So I guess that's fashionable now?
But what you have to remember is that it's all about image. People think that if they say "Oh, I had *my* hair done at and it cost me £300." Then their friend will be impressed.
It's a representation of the shallowness of society.
Does it matter if it cost you £300 to cut your hair? Bollards. I get mine done for 6 quid at the local barbers, perfectly happy with it thankyouverymuch.
As for the food thing, £120 for a meal. If people want to impress people at a business lunch, they'll pay it.
The stupid thing is, people only charge it, because they know people will pay it. If no one went to that restaurant, they would soon drop the prices.
It's like a club near me for Millenium. It's called Dukes at at the time it was the best club in the area. They started off charging £150 for a ticket for Millenium Eve. That didn't include drinks or anything. Because people wouldn't pay it, they dropped it to £100, then £75, but they hadn't sold enough as people had decided to do something else.
The club was shut on Millenium Eve as they hadn't sold enough tickets.
It's a representation of the shallowness of society.
Does it matter if it cost you £300 to cut your hair? Bollards. I get mine done for 6 quid at the local barbers, perfectly happy with it thankyouverymuch.
As for the food thing, £120 for a meal. If people want to impress people at a business lunch, they'll pay it.
The stupid thing is, people only charge it, because they know people will pay it. If no one went to that restaurant, they would soon drop the prices.
It's like a club near me for Millenium. It's called Dukes at at the time it was the best club in the area. They started off charging £150 for a ticket for Millenium Eve. That didn't include drinks or anything. Because people wouldn't pay it, they dropped it to £100, then £75, but they hadn't sold enough as people had decided to do something else.
The club was shut on Millenium Eve as they hadn't sold enough tickets.
Raymond Blancs restaurant is near me, and a mate went to have a works do there.
They charged £120 per head for a light lunch without drinks. People couldnt afford drinks on top, and because they couldnt, the waiter asked them not to come back again.
How shocking is that!
They charged £120 per head for a light lunch without drinks. People couldnt afford drinks on top, and because they couldnt, the waiter asked them not to come back again.
How shocking is that!
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Nicky Clarke and Mrs Nicky Clarke are at work to discuss a fragrance he's launching.
So I'm in the kitchen having a smoke, and he wanders in with his little group.
"Hello" says he
"Alright" says I
"Can we smoke in here" says he
"Yep, here you go" says I and hand him a fag.
We get to chatting and he is talking about the building etc (being a listed Georgian Manor House) and I ask him what he does.
"I'm Nicky Clarke" says he
"And I'm Goatboy (real name used though)" says I
"I'm a hairdresser" says he
"That's nice." says I
"Mr Clarke has a waiting list of over 2 months in his salon" says my colleague "And charges about £300 for a haircut"
Goatboy's jaw falls open, "£300 for a haircut?"
Mr Clare nods and smiles.
"Why so much?" says I.
"Well, because I am well known"
"Yeah but £300 for a haircut? That's ridiculous, doesn't it grow out in 3 weeks?"
He nods
"So, let me get this straight. People wait for 2 months and pay £300 for a haircut from you?"
He nods once more, his posse looks uncomfortable
"That's bloody stupid, no offence Nicky but that's stupid money for a haircut. I paid £7 for a number 2 last week. You could feed a family for a month on that"
He looks confused and smokes for a while, "Well people are prepared to pay that much."
"yeah but come on mate, £300 for a haircut, do you use magic scissors or something?"
He laughs and goes into his meeting, I get chewed out by colleague for daring to question a hairdresser.
A celebrity hairdresser?
Big deal, a man famous for cutting hair.
The day I bow down to a bloody hairdresser is the day I watch Big Brother with a smile and a thin line of drool.
Funny thing is, he has almost a mullet.
So I guess that's fashionable now?
So I'm in the kitchen having a smoke, and he wanders in with his little group.
"Hello" says he
"Alright" says I
"Can we smoke in here" says he
"Yep, here you go" says I and hand him a fag.
We get to chatting and he is talking about the building etc (being a listed Georgian Manor House) and I ask him what he does.
"I'm Nicky Clarke" says he
"And I'm Goatboy (real name used though)" says I
"I'm a hairdresser" says he
"That's nice." says I
"Mr Clarke has a waiting list of over 2 months in his salon" says my colleague "And charges about £300 for a haircut"
Goatboy's jaw falls open, "£300 for a haircut?"
Mr Clare nods and smiles.
"Why so much?" says I.
"Well, because I am well known"
"Yeah but £300 for a haircut? That's ridiculous, doesn't it grow out in 3 weeks?"
He nods
"So, let me get this straight. People wait for 2 months and pay £300 for a haircut from you?"
He nods once more, his posse looks uncomfortable
"That's bloody stupid, no offence Nicky but that's stupid money for a haircut. I paid £7 for a number 2 last week. You could feed a family for a month on that"
He looks confused and smokes for a while, "Well people are prepared to pay that much."
"yeah but come on mate, £300 for a haircut, do you use magic scissors or something?"
He laughs and goes into his meeting, I get chewed out by colleague for daring to question a hairdresser.
A celebrity hairdresser?
Big deal, a man famous for cutting hair.
The day I bow down to a bloody hairdresser is the day I watch Big Brother with a smile and a thin line of drool.
Funny thing is, he has almost a mullet.
So I guess that's fashionable now?