A few days later, he decided to buy a pair of clippers. He waited until the evening, when I’d had a couple of glasses of wine with dinner, to ask if I’d just trim his hair a little. Of course, there is no way to practice first, unless you happen to have a willing horse, dog or sheep in the vicinity. I had none of these handy, so having got the boy to sign a disclaimer, I launched in. Though I say it myself, I didn’t do too badly at all. However, it’s the kind of style that’s going to need the clippers every few days. Probably better without wine, I reckon.