Vino and the Hair Clippers

Gathered around a delectable roast and numerous bottles of wine an unusual gathering of people tackle all the serious issues of the moment ranging from world politics to fruit flavored beer. That group consisted of 3 well to do kiwis, a short firey Scottish woman, her tall, slender, lesbian partner reigning from England and ofcourse your trusty narrator. Although my age probably made me stand out the most (everybody was around 45), we all meshed well together and had enjoyed countless laughs. Around glass 6 or 7, it becomes know that one of the kiwi women used to be a hair dresser. This reminds me that I am in the market for a hair cut and I let the group know this. Jo, the ex-hair stylist, refuses to butcher my lucious blonde locks but my land lady, Lynette, happily steps to the plate and proceeds to give me what all the young kiwis are sporting these days - the rebellious mohawk!