The camo cape should've been a warning - "your hair is the enemy and we WILL make sure it regrets coming to House of Lords".
My experience at HOL ended a few minutes ago and I don't know whether my anger stems from that funny-looking guy in the mirror, the beating I took from an overenthusiastic, clipper-wielding maniac, or because Yelp doesn't have a zero star rating!
For one, I'm not a fan of how you have to go to the stylist and interrupt him/her to ask how long the wait is before he/she's free. What's the point of having a receptionist? I guess she's really just the cashier.
Anyway, after taking a 30 minute stroll because there was a wait, I returned to HOL and was next in line. I took a look at the guy who'd just gotten his haircut from my stylist and thought, "That guy should really reconsider his hairstyle."
0:15 - "not too short..just clean up the sideburns and trim the top"
0:20 - holy cow...dude, how many cups of coffee have you had today?
0:45 - ow...ow...ow...easy there...dude, this isn't a contest...
1:30 - I'm screwed
2:30 - this seems like an eternity.
3:00 - smalltalk...respite...thank you
3:30 - oh look, the clippers are out again
3:31 - ow...ow...ow...
4:30 - gel? seriously? how about "can I turn back time for you?"...
Paid $15...but couldn't get myself not to tip. As i took the three steps to get back to the guy who'd just condemned me to hats for the next two weeks, I caught the next guy in the chair of doom looking at me in the mirror. I could tell what he was thinking - "that guy should really reconsider his hairstyle!"