Getting Biebered by Jacques Dessange

I am blessed with lots of hair. Not on my chest but on my head. Jo loves it and I have to thank my dear father; until he passed away at the age of 81, hey had still thick grey hair. So I have nothing to worry about for the future. The only problem with having lots of hair is that it also grows very fast. Sometimes I go twice a month to the hairdresser to get a cut before I turn into Catweazle. Long long time ago I even married a girl that had her own hairstudio, so I could save some money on my personal maintenance. No that is not true, I mean she did have a hairstudio, but at the end that marriage costed me a lot more then 1000 straight haircuts. Living at the French Riviera, my hair seems to grow even faster and it gets more curly then ever. 'Very beautiful hair, sir' says my regular hairdresser in Cannes. I saw him a lot this summer and every time I get a nice 40 eurocent per cup Nespresso, a glass of water and a great haircut, all together for 18 euro. Not a bad deal right. This week I was in Cagnes, Riviera's fastest growing city close to Nice and I visited another hairdresser: Jacques Dessange. Monsieur Jacques is a French multi millionaire with a clever franchise formula and I discovered now how he did that. I entered the shop and was welcomed by gay hairdresser number one that noted my name. I took place in one of the 20 empty seats and was again welcomed by gay hairdresser number 2. 'Helleu, I am responsible for your drinks. Would you like a coffee, tea, orange juice, a coke or mineral water?' While sipping my Coca Cola light another Gay Hairdresser came to my chair, introducing himself as the one that was responsible for my shampoo. It took him 10 minutes to put shampoo on my dry hair, centimeter by centimeter, as if he was dying it. After the long washing ceremony by the same guy, I was prompted to another chair. There was gay hairdresser number 4, responsible for my haircut. I said 'keep it simple, just 1,5 centimeter off and you will see me in two weeks again'. A fair business deal, so I would not cut too much off. Despite my request, I lost 3 centimeter and they styled my hair in a Justin Bieber look. I never felt more silly when I left the shop, after paying 31 euro to Gay hairdresser number 5. Next time back to Cannes!