Alf Rogers
master brummie
Many years ago, I took the plunge and got fitted for a toupee (a.k.a. a gentlemen's attachment) at Burberrys, in Newtown shopping centre. His technique was "Top Secret" which sounded very impressive. I came out of the hairdressers feeling twenty years younger, and decided to head straight to the Crown and Cushion in Perry Barr, to show my workmates who I knew would be waiting to see it on me.
Unfortunately, as anyone who's shopped at Newtown shopping centre will know, it was a very windy place to visit. As I was waiting for the no. 51 bus to take me and my new attachment to Birchfield Road, a sudden gust of wind blew my hairpiece into the open wicker shopping basket of the lady waiting ahead of me in the queue. The glue to keep it on my bonce hadn't dried fully, apparently.
The lady then boarded the bus, which had just at that moment pulled up. As I tried to follow her, the bus driver stopped me, saying "No more room, mate."
I was very upset, and never found the courage to have another one fitted. I told my workmates I'd changed my mind.
Unfortunately, as anyone who's shopped at Newtown shopping centre will know, it was a very windy place to visit. As I was waiting for the no. 51 bus to take me and my new attachment to Birchfield Road, a sudden gust of wind blew my hairpiece into the open wicker shopping basket of the lady waiting ahead of me in the queue. The glue to keep it on my bonce hadn't dried fully, apparently.
The lady then boarded the bus, which had just at that moment pulled up. As I tried to follow her, the bus driver stopped me, saying "No more room, mate."
I was very upset, and never found the courage to have another one fitted. I told my workmates I'd changed my mind.