Never engage your Tunisian barber in a conversation about capital punishment.
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Or for that matter, your cracker-ass Yorkshire barber on multiculturalism.
Or at least wait until they’ve put any sharp objects down first
Or indeed, don’t answer an American barber who has signed photos of Ronald Reagan and G. Gordon Liddy next to the mirror and a pair of scissors to the back of your neck when he asks “How you plann’ to vote?”
There is a global theme emerging.
and may we see a picture of the ensuing haircut?
Alas, my wish to preserve the facade of my secret identity prevents me. You can infer, however, that my plumage is much reduced.
Did they clip your wings again?
Forgetting your rule, earlier this week I had an enlightening conversation with my local butcher about the United States, which seemlessly led to him extolling the virtues of capital punishment.
I imagine that your steak was pretty haché by the time you left his shop.
I also got into a conversation about colonialism with my letting agent. We’re often not very enlightened here in the North.
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