Barbers, Turkey & Turkish, Turkey Street, Turkish Men

The Barber’s Tale

Sweeny ToddAnother day, another painful nip and tuck to the manuscript of Turkey Street. ‘Nice story,’ Liam had said at the time. ‘Cut it.’ Naturally, I complied, unable to bear another hangdog look from my taskmaster. So, ladies and gents, I give you the barber’s tale, ripped from the heart of Turkey Street before it went off to the publishers – Sweeney Todd minus the music, the murder and the meat pies.

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6 thoughts on “The Barber’s Tale

  1. . . hard to know where the imagination leaves off and the imagination begins! I think Liam was out to bury this tale (or is it tail?) of inuendo before it goes viral.

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  2. I remember my first Istanbul massage, Jack. Felt more like a dismemberment! As arms and legs were pulled into ungainly (and very revealing) positions, I thought I would be paraplegic for the rest of my days. After a 30 minutes doze (more like a ma) I was the most relaxed I’ve ever been. Wish I could find that service here. UK masseurs are a bit too gentle – and genteel.

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