Drunken Barber in Fitzroy, Melbourne. I stopped my bike and looked in the window. I needed grooming but I had been riding for three hours, in the Melbourne rain* and was not really dressed for it. But the guy opened the door, asked if I wanted a haircut and in I went. Also, he knew my bike was a Birdy and suggested I fold it and bring it inside with the guard dog. Fitzroy is so nice and so hip - well, er, if you think folding bikes are cool.