The Barbers Club of Stichley

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver parked his truck next to The Barbers Club of Stitchley and noticed something peculiar on the backseat. A small wooden box, wrapped in old newspaper, seemed out of place among the usual boxes of supplies. He opened it carefully, revealing an old comb with a note inside: 'For your finest gentlemen.' Turned out, it was a gift from the owner’s grandmother, who thought they could use some vintage charm. The delivery driver became quite the hero that day—everyone loved his story.

2. One day, a delivery driver parked his truck near The Barbers Club of Stichley and noticed something peculiar on the ground. Curious, he bent down to inspect—a small wooden box, its lid ajar, seemed to beckon him closer. As he opened it gently, out popped an old comb with a note scribbled on it: 'Take one, leave one.' Turns out, it was just a quirky tradition left behind by a regular who always brought free combs for everyone. The delivery driver smiled, took a comb, and decided to keep the tradition alive.

3. In the early hours of dawn, when most barbershops are closed tight, an old regular arrived at The Barbers Club of Stichley with his usual quiet stride. As he settled into his favorite chair, he noticed something peculiar—a small, rustling package had been left behind the counter. Curious, he opened it and found a note reading: ‘For your next big style—delivered by a neighbor.’ Inside was a pair of mismatched earrings. He laughed out loud, realizing they were from his stylist’s teenage daughter who often helped out after school. Now, every time someone asks why he sports such unusual jewelry, he simply smiles and says, “It’s my secret weapon for attracting good vibes.”

4. A regular sat in his usual spot, humming softly as he waited for his turn. Suddenly, from behind the curtains, came the sound of a distant laugh—one that seemed to carry through the entire shop. The regular turned around sharply, but saw only an empty chair and a dusty old mirror. The laughter grew louder, echoing like an old friend’s joke. Finally, the barber emerged from behind the curtain, grinning broadly. ‘That’ll be two pounds,’ he said, pointing to a small sign that read “Laughs included.”