Floating down to Camelot

I suppose I ought to track down a small cheap hairdressers one day, and get my hair properly cut. When I was a student, I used to use a nice little place in my parents' home town, where the target clientele was obviously unfashionable old ladies, and the staff were little different. When I moved to the island, the only places I could find were staffed entirely by trendy young things who exuded sneeriness as soon as I walked in.