Keith with Toyah.
I don't have much hair these days, but what's left of it, I usually cut myself (if required). It wasn't always thus.
At school it was senior boys who simply shouted "Haircut", and a trip to one of the town's barbers was obligatory.
In my city days I used to have my hair cut on Saturdays at Harrods. This may sound very fancy, but in fact it was very cheap. I imagine it was a 'lost-leader', designed to keep husbands busy whilst their wives spent their fortunes. It was a little known gem.
Later during my London days, I let it grow (as was the fashion), and kept it to a controllable shoulder length, then one day my friend Juliet introduced me to the man in the picture above. After dinner one night he pulled out from his jacket a comb and pair of scissors. I was instructed to sit near the light.
This was the only time in my life that I've had a 'celebrity haircut'. Keith (Wainwright) was the genius behind Smile; probably the hippest of all Knightsbridge salons in the mid-60's. Everyone who was anyone went to Smile, but on this particular occasion Smile came to me.
'Keith at Smile' wasn't really a men's crimper, but he did a good job!
Above is what he looks like today; he hasn't changed that much. Cheers Keef!