As per the Beatles song, it used to be a class gaff called Harry Biolettis, now its staffed by ladies and called Tony Slavins. Or Tony Salivas as we call it. I have popped on the 173 (bus at end of road) and nipped in for a trim. I am only on the cusp of needing one but I know if I leave it will grow an inch overnight and I will look like the wild man of Borneo for filming tomorrow. Alternatively I will look like a loon in Barcelona. New menu in Patio might give it a try tonight. Or even Mustard. Ally is off out to a lush party. Lush is a shop apparently. Strikes me as a thinly veiled marketing scam to me. Gotta sort out the AGM as well
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