The Songstone

The Indian barber takes great care to snip and clip my scanty hair. He stares amazed at my blue eyes, chats to his neighbour, who's surprised. 'I've made a bet they're real. Oh, sir, don't disappoint!' I don't demur: afraid to risk his mood being uglier, with cutthroat razor at my jugular.

I could give you a list of the cognitive associations that led me to choose these three clips, in this order, but I shan't: with thanks to John Wells : and from the 2nd Red Scare :