I used the phrase ‘clip joint’ on a post a little while ago and the words brought back distant memories of an old flame long since extinguished. He crimped for his supper. A bit of a gay cliché I know but he did have his own salon. He called it ‘Clip Joint’ and it was a good little earner down Wandsworth Town way. We stepped out for about 18 months and had some naughty fun until my fickle crimper discovered line dancing and a South African clone. They wore matching tight-cropped beards and dosey doe’d down the aisle. I moved on to lusher pastures and Clip Joint moved up to Nob Hill, rebranded as Alan Foster Hair Design. I heard he bought a detached gaff with en-suite swimming pool. Alan deserves his success. He has talented hands and there’s money to be made in curly perms.
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4 thoughts on “Clip Joint”
It seems so obvious now – thanks!
It’s a good thing, as it turns out, that the SA clone happened by or we’d have no PTP!
Oddly, I’d not thought of that but, yes of course! Strange how the world turns.
a crimper would have cramped your style – re-vamp looks much nicer, by the way
Thanks. The pansies are growing up finally.