Every five weeks or so, I visit the same excellent hairdressers in Cockfosters who keep me neatly trimmed in a respectable fashion for just less than £30 including tips. Last Friday, I had the regular treatment and on the way back to my car, stopped off at the cash point to draw out some money.
Irritatingly, I found the space on the pavement by the cash machine occupied by a young man sitting against the wall looking up with doleful eyes. In fact I recognised the young man who had left the hairdressers shortly after I walked in.
