Barry Humphries salutes the veteran stars he saw in Melbourne and London – and their influence on Sir Les Patterson and Dame Edna
When I was knee-high to a grasshopper, my parents insisted on my having regular haircuts. The nearest barber was Mr McGrath, whose shop was in walking distance of our Melbourne mansion. Mr McGrath’s tonsorial speciality was ‘short back and sides’. I remember that old feeling of dread as his electric clippers carved away at my hair, and those stooks of precious fibre tumbling on to the not-too-clean cotton tent in which I was swaddled. ...
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