As a child, I went to the nearest barbershop a few blocks away from our house in my hometown. I remember being fascinated with all the barber stuff. There were several combs of different shapes and sizes, and I won’t forget the first time I saw and heard the electric shaver that would be used on my nape when I ask for a “barbers cut” plus the sharp “labaha” or razor that the barber would use on my .
What I remember most though, was the distinct “manliness” of the place. There were plenty of calendar cum posters on the walls displaying scantily-clad women endorsing alcoholic beverages. The posters, containing beautiful, sexy and voluptuous women, masquerading as calendars were all over the place. In fact it may have been the reason why I got interested in girls at a very young age.
