On the afternoon of April 7th 1987 it occurred to me that I needed a haircut.
Then I recalled how in 1980 I had offended a trainee who was doing my hair in Bedford by saying something about going to the barber’s.
"I’m not a barber: I’m a hairdresser."
That evening the BBC screened a programme which was a showcase of new comedy talent from the eastern region.
At one point there was a sketch involving four men having their hair cut.
It was a crazy scenario, with one man having a bag over his head and another facing the wrong way round, etc.
A ´haircutter´ walked between them. One of them referred to him as a barber.
He took great offence and insisted that he was a hairdresser.
Later he was again called a barber and once more took umbrage, insisting that he was a hairdresser.