Regular readers will, of course, remember my previous experiences with my Japanese barber. Well, I started to look like some kind of scruffy hippie again so I braved the rain, grabbed the infamous umbrella and headed out for another haircut. This time, I decided to go the whole hog and find out what the full shave-and-a-haircut experience was like.

He shaved my forehead.

My forehead! Shaved! With a cut-throat razor! Exclamation mark!11One!Factorial

I was so busy being shocked that I only just noticed he followed it by shaving my earlobes. I'm now hairless in places that have had hair since before I was born.

I don't really have any conclusion to take from it other than - He Shaved My Forehead...