Styles We Don't Do

Another trip to the doctor this morning. While I was waiting to collect my prescription at the pharmacy, C walked up into the town to get his hair cut and we arranged to meet at a little coffee shop.
While I was walking up the road towards the coffee shop, I looked across at the barber's in case he was just coming out, and spotted this sign outside. I'm quite relieved - at least he didn't meet up with me with a DT frontal quiff, or even a Lionel Blair snappy little number.
After coffee (and a sneaky but shared coffee and walnut cake with two forks) I went into work and did about 4 hours before coming home for feet up time.