Viva Brighton Issue #45 November 2016
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COLUMN<br />
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John Helmer<br />
Rug realignment<br />
Illustration by Joda, jonydaga.weebly.com<br />
“Do you think I need a haircut?”<br />
Normally my wife’s answer to this question would<br />
be a tactful ‘maybe’, or - ‘it looks quite good at the<br />
moment’… But today her response snaps back fast<br />
and low over the net.<br />
“Yes.”<br />
For a second I wonder whether it’s the steroids.<br />
Kate is in a country called Chemotherapy, a kind<br />
of moral Colombia where heavy drug use and<br />
looming existential threat paint things in harsher<br />
colours; where patience for merely first world<br />
problems is quite understandably limited.<br />
One glance in the mirror, however, tells me that<br />
the bluntness in her tone has nothing to do with<br />
drugs. Things have got out of hand. Without noticing,<br />
I’ve somehow strayed beyond the precincts<br />
of ‘creative’ hair into homeless-person territory.<br />
When I don my cycling helmet in the mornings,<br />
I recall, greying strands are starting to poke out<br />
horizontally, like roof-aerial wires.<br />
“I’ll call Nathan,” I say.<br />
“You could try, but… Nathan has dislocated<br />
his elbow: I saw it on Instagram.”<br />
“Dislocated isn’t broken, though, is it? Some<br />
people can dislocate limbs at will. That’s<br />
how Harry Houdini did his tricks.”<br />
“Nathan’s a hairdresser, not an escapologist.”<br />
Nathan’s salon, it turns out, knows less<br />
than Instagram. “I’m sorry, we have no<br />
idea when he’ll be back in action. Try<br />
again next week.”<br />
“You could go somewhere else,” suggests<br />
Kate, gently pointing out that there are in<br />
fact six hairdressing establishments within<br />
a couple of minutes of us at Fiveways.<br />
“Six!”<br />
“Count them.”<br />
We go for a walk. “There’s that one over there<br />
with the big windows …”<br />
“That’s a hairdresser’s? I thought it was a nail bar.”<br />
“—And Alan’s Gents’ Hairdressers.”<br />
I survey a faded shopfront lettered in the typeface<br />
time forgot. “—Is that the one near the smelly<br />
drains?”<br />
We turn into Preston Drove. “Streakers.”<br />
“I don’t need streaks.”<br />
“Val Cussell?”<br />
“It looks a bit gender-specific?”<br />
“Well what about Solution barbers, over there - or<br />
LJ’s: they do men? And they don’t have smelly<br />
drains.”<br />
The thing is, I explain, Nathan doesn’t just cut<br />
hair. He’s an artist. He does interesting things.<br />
“…He lived in a cabin in the woods for six months<br />
like Henry Thoreau… We have interesting<br />
conversations, Kate. With Nathan I don’t have to<br />
pretend to be interested in football, or feel bad<br />
about not having tattoos…”<br />
“Look… let’s think about it over coffee.”<br />
“OK but where? We’re spoilt for choice here<br />
aren’t we: North Village, Tilt, The Deli, The Old<br />
Bakehouse, Flour Pot Bakery, Hop & Vine..? It’s<br />
all hairdressers and coffee shops round here. Can’t<br />
get a wet-fish shop, but…”<br />
I run fingers through my unruly rug, holding it<br />
back against the chill wind that wants to blow it in<br />
my eyes. It seems to be lengthening by the minute.<br />
Why can’t Nathan be well? The unfairness of life.<br />
Turning, I notice an amused expression on the<br />
beautiful face under the headscarf. “At least you’ve<br />
got hair.”<br />
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