ian keyl
19th September 2007, 01:22
Do any of you out there remember "bloody deadly" he was the Egyptian barber who came on board with a small leather case proclaiming to be a professional hairdresser, he was more like a drunk Aussie trying to shear a sheep whos fleece is full of sand and the poor animal ends up with chunks of flesh out of it and eventualy bleeds to death.
Well deadly would invite you to do it in your cabin (just so he could see what you had for giving away,stealing or change -change) but clearing the skin and blood up was too much ,so out on deck and sitting on a bollard under the deck lights in the cool night air.(waiting for the convoy south to start)
He would start first to ask how you would pay ,I will take any kind of money Scotch money Aberdeen money ,washing powder ,Oh! sir have you any Bri- nylon shirts this i like very much, then down to business rummaging in his case for some supposidly sharp heads for his clippers and hopefully ones that were not gummed up with congealed with blood.
He would put his little tin (old Capstain round cig tin ) on the opposite bollard with some old cotton wool in it and the frech chalk to poly filla up the gaps in your neck and ears.
A haircut from him was deadly there was no doubt but he got plenty of takers ,its a good job nothing like aids was around in those days other wise he would have doubled the injured parties with cross contamination .
The other extreme was heaven in KOBE in the Moto Matchi just next to the old Dia Maru store, there was a little barber shop, in this shop they would not touch you until they had washed your hair first and then massaged your scalp.
Your hair would be cut then hot towels wrapped round your head for about five mintues then they would plunge your head in ice cold water before a final massage and splashing of the varoius colonges.
You came out of there feeling like a million dollars ready to take on all the bars and girls in the moto matchi and to finish up with a Kobe steak.
The other way when broke and on the jungle run was to have the second mate cut your hair on the Benhope we had a lad called Jimmy Ang Gang from Kota Kinabalo (formely Jesselton Sarawak ) Jimmy was from a true Borneo Dyak head hunter family, a great bloke and hard as nuts only about 4'10" with out his shore side platforms.
Jimmy always said he could cut hair but the chart room sissors were never sharp and with a Rothmans in his mouth all the time more hair was singed than cut . Jimmys idea was lift up a chunk of hair with the comb and cut away what was underneath ,then drop the other part down on top ( camaflauge comes to mind) .
The fringe usually ended well up your forehead hardly noticeable.Trimming the side burns dry with a gillette blade was painful.
There again it was all free and if Jimmy was feeling kind as he often did (rich) because these guys paid no UK tax ,then he would treat you to a few tinnies of Tennants.
Maybe this story is the Good Bad and Ugly, i am not sure in what order.
Jimmy I understand is a pilot in Labuan.
Rgds Ian.
Well deadly would invite you to do it in your cabin (just so he could see what you had for giving away,stealing or change -change) but clearing the skin and blood up was too much ,so out on deck and sitting on a bollard under the deck lights in the cool night air.(waiting for the convoy south to start)
He would start first to ask how you would pay ,I will take any kind of money Scotch money Aberdeen money ,washing powder ,Oh! sir have you any Bri- nylon shirts this i like very much, then down to business rummaging in his case for some supposidly sharp heads for his clippers and hopefully ones that were not gummed up with congealed with blood.
He would put his little tin (old Capstain round cig tin ) on the opposite bollard with some old cotton wool in it and the frech chalk to poly filla up the gaps in your neck and ears.
A haircut from him was deadly there was no doubt but he got plenty of takers ,its a good job nothing like aids was around in those days other wise he would have doubled the injured parties with cross contamination .
The other extreme was heaven in KOBE in the Moto Matchi just next to the old Dia Maru store, there was a little barber shop, in this shop they would not touch you until they had washed your hair first and then massaged your scalp.
Your hair would be cut then hot towels wrapped round your head for about five mintues then they would plunge your head in ice cold water before a final massage and splashing of the varoius colonges.
You came out of there feeling like a million dollars ready to take on all the bars and girls in the moto matchi and to finish up with a Kobe steak.
The other way when broke and on the jungle run was to have the second mate cut your hair on the Benhope we had a lad called Jimmy Ang Gang from Kota Kinabalo (formely Jesselton Sarawak ) Jimmy was from a true Borneo Dyak head hunter family, a great bloke and hard as nuts only about 4'10" with out his shore side platforms.
Jimmy always said he could cut hair but the chart room sissors were never sharp and with a Rothmans in his mouth all the time more hair was singed than cut . Jimmys idea was lift up a chunk of hair with the comb and cut away what was underneath ,then drop the other part down on top ( camaflauge comes to mind) .
The fringe usually ended well up your forehead hardly noticeable.Trimming the side burns dry with a gillette blade was painful.
There again it was all free and if Jimmy was feeling kind as he often did (rich) because these guys paid no UK tax ,then he would treat you to a few tinnies of Tennants.
Maybe this story is the Good Bad and Ugly, i am not sure in what order.
Jimmy I understand is a pilot in Labuan.
Rgds Ian.