Imagine having to do chirpy small-talk all day long...

One where you can get trimmed in glorious 3D silence. No obligation to either ask or tell where anyone is going on their holidays. No chit-chat requiring exchanges like, ‘I hear Aleppo is lovely this time of year….sorry, Ayia Napa’. Where you can sit in sanctioned silence, without ever being thought rude, no social obligation to break the blissful quiet other than to hear the gentle snip of your hair cascading around the stylist’s ankles, without ever the need for a cheery enquiry about what anyone is doing at the weekend.
It must be a relief for the hairdresser too. Imagine having to do chirpy small-talk all day long.