Excerpt from AYE, BARNEY
22 September 2018
Today DouglasLindsay.com, in association with Almost Blood-Free Razors - For That 73% Safe Cut™, is proud to bring you an excerpt from the new, besteselling Barney Thomson novel, AYE BARNEY, the eighth book in the popular barbershop trilogy. Critics are already calling the book "a triumph of being able to put one word after another", and, "a book that adds nothing to the furtherment of human civilisation, but which might make you laugh once." Professor Malcolm Connery, of the Glasgow Institute of Special Things, called it, "the most staggering work of barbershop fiction this week."
Here's the excerpt. Film fans can note the two-word line borrowed from Robert Carlyle's portrayal of Barney in THE LEGEND OF BARNEY THOMSON.
Barney swirled the cape around the neck of the customer as he took his seat, took a second or two to get a measure of what his hair needed – when he was in the zone, Barney didn’t have to ask, he just knew – and then took a razor and immediately started running it up the back of his neck. No how are you, no what d’you watch on TV last night, no if anyone else gets murdered around here they’re going to have to move Millport from its occasional Sunday evening two-hour drama slot, to a twenty-six week annual series on US television starring Mark Harmon.
‘Can’t stay, I’m afraid,’ said Barney, obviously directing the comment at Keanu, though he wasn’t looking at him.
‘Just helping out the Sergeant,’ he said. ‘Need to go and report.’
‘Did she make you a deputy? I’ve been saying she should, right?’
Barney smiled at the thought.
‘No, no deputy. Didn’t get a badge at any rate. Just got a couple of things to pass on.’
‘You’ll be back this afternoon?’
Barney finished off the quick razoring of the sides of the hair, and then took about thirty seconds to blend in the razor line.
‘Not sure, we’ll see. There’ve been a couple of murders, and it’s not like I’m not a bit of an expert now. Maybe they’ll hire me as a consultant.’
‘Awesome,’ said Keanu, although Igor muttered a ruefully disparaging arf from the back.
‘You could be a consulting detective,’ said Keanu. ‘Like Sherlock Holmes.’
Barney was already on to the top of the guy’s head, spraying a quick skoosh of water, then holding his hair straight, cutting quickly to finger length.
‘I’m no detective,’ said Barney. ‘I’ll need something a little more vague.’
‘That’s not vague,’ said Barney, ‘that’s an actual, specific job. And no, I’m not a PI.’
Keanu evaluated old man Harris’s hair, then lifted the razor, debated which setting to put it on, and then began to slowly sculpt the back of his head. Barney zipped the scissors over his customer’s hair, ran a hand through it, then laid down his tools, lifted the hair dryer, wafted it sufficiently over his head to dry it off, then picked up the small clipper, buzzed it around his ear and neck, and then laid that down too, and whipped off the cape.
‘You’re done,’ he said.
‘You’re done. You can pay Igor, please. Next,’ he added, turning to the queue.
‘That was a bit quick.’
‘Did I miss anything?’
The guy studied his hair in the mirror.
‘It’s perfect,’ he said.
‘It’s just… the salon I go to, they usually take forty minutes and I get a head massage from Moira at the end.’
‘What do they charge?’ asked Barney.
‘Funny that,’ said Barney. ‘We charge eight-fifty. Does it look any worse?’
‘No, it’s better, I suppose. But, you know, you didn’t even serve a latte or a camomile herbal infusion.’
He pronounced herbal the American way, with a silent h.
‘We ran out in the big freeze,’ said Barney. ‘Now, sir, if you don’t mind, there’s a queue. Up, oot!’
Barney jerked at the door with his thumb, then turned to the queue. The next in line, happy to be whipped into shape, jumped out of his seat and sat down in the newly-vacated barber’s chair without taking off his jacket.
‘Shadow recruit,’ said Keanu, looking at Barney and smiling.
Barney smiled kindly and raised his eyes a little.
‘I’ll let the sergeant know,’ he said. ‘She can put that on my expenses form.’