Contrary to Nige’s hysterical claims, my local Turkish barber is always packed.
Ironically, it’s my local English barber that is always empty because the chap only accepts cash, so you have to drive in to town to get cash from the ATM, which is next to the Turkish barber shop.
As it happens, the Police raided the Turkish shops soon after they opened based on a tip-off that they were a front for drug dealers. No such evidence was found.
Their worst offence, it turns out, is forcing Turkish coffee and a piece of lokum on their unsuspecting customers, which is probably not to their taste. Or, if they’re particularly unlucky, a hot towel and singed ear fluff.
Last modified: 20 April 2025
