A word that came up on another thread triggered a memory I thought would make a fun topic. Here's my story:
In about 1974, my brother and I had been going to the same old fashioned gent's barbers to get our hair cut for about seven years. It was decided that, during the summer holidays, we would be taken instead to the newly opened branch of 'Richard's of London'. As I walked in the door and saw the women on one side of the shop and the guys on the other, I commented, quite loundly, "Oh, yes; this is one of those bisexual hairdressers, isn't it Mum?" She quickly hushed me, whispering forcefully, "Unisex, darling, unisex!!"
In about 1974, my brother and I had been going to the same old fashioned gent's barbers to get our hair cut for about seven years. It was decided that, during the summer holidays, we would be taken instead to the newly opened branch of 'Richard's of London'. As I walked in the door and saw the women on one side of the shop and the guys on the other, I commented, quite loundly, "Oh, yes; this is one of those bisexual hairdressers, isn't it Mum?" She quickly hushed me, whispering forcefully, "Unisex, darling, unisex!!"
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