However, for the uninitiated, once you get to my time of life, more hairs grow out your ears than on the top of your head, (What's that all about)
Turkish Barbers, apart from being rough and feeding you strange alcoholic syrupy type stuff and putting you in a head lock, have a fascination to set fire to anything that's not growing on top the of your head.
So I'm watching this guy dips the biggest taper in the world, into a bottle of rocket-fuel, that ignites, even before the lighter has a chance get to near it, proceeds to flick it agains my ear to get rid of any offending stray hairs. As he's doing this, the head of the offending instrument, like the really hot burning bit, flies off the taper and attaches itself to my ear, and he doesn't even notice.
Just didn't hurt enough, like really just didn't hurt enough.
The privilege of being branded cost me £10. Note the hair lurking about in my ear, well it's staying there. FOR EVER.
