The Shearing Shed

The Shearing Shed has been around for awhile, and when I start looking a bit like I’ve got a mullet developing, it’s where I usually go.
The blokes there are pretty good at their craft. How many times have I sat in a chair at a hairdresser while a lady trims my hair, and chat for about two minutes before we run out of stuff to talk about because we’ve got nothing in common? Doesn’t happen at The Shearing Shed. The guys there are always chatting about footy, cricket, cars, you know, blokey stuff. It really adds an element of being at ease during the experience of having someone with really sharp point things near your head.
There generally isn’t too much of a wait, but there’s plenty of sports magazines and newspapers around to keep you occupied while the one or two dudes in front of you get their hair done.
Prices are pretty good, too.