There is a friskiness in the step of a man on his way to a haircut. In my case it is always accompanied by a sense of foreboding. Having a rug rethink is never a straightforward business. So it is with great relief that the hirsute side of my soul is soothed by the balm of Yogi's serene presence at the door of his eponymous barbershop on the corner of Buitengracht and Dorp Streets in Cape Town.He says: "I can accommodate one more before closing, so you are in luck!"I am privileged. The final punter on a busy Friday evening, I sit on one of the benches surrounding the six-chaired theatre of war against excess hair.A young man to the right of me is having his hair shaved alarmingly short in readiness for a stag do in Kalk Bay.His fulsome farmer beard is left untouched though, so when he stands to pay I cannot escape the uncanny feeling that his head is on upside down. This time tomorrow it probably will be.A regular with chronic hipster tendencies is ready for some beard wrangling. This is obviously the place to come to for some pre-weekend facial topiary before reluctantly dragging your insouciance up and down Kloof Street on a Friday night."Beards are back and this is where they come to get tweaked!" says Yogi.He maintains that the resurgence in facial hair rides tandem with the barbershop boom in the city."The cut-throat razor helps with the edges, you see?"Real barbers are always full of the most extraordinary gear that looks as though it was bought from an S&M club or an Iraqi torture aficionado. Chrome bottles with levers that could do something awful to the nethers. Bristles of some burrowing animal crafted into a voluminous brush that would tickle the most stubborn of fancies. It all adds to the nervous anticipation.Eventually, a man who came in with a revolutionary afro stands up sporting something akin to a walnut whip on his head and Yogi escorts me to the vacant chair.The solidly built scissor jockey reads me like a book: "We give the customer what he wants." he says, eyes darting at the fondant cream scuttling up towards Bo Kaap.What I want is exactly the same hair as I have, only shorter. Over the course of the next 20 minutes, that is exactly what I get.That is the point of Yogi's. His family has been doing this in Cape Town for four generations and they are good at it. They accommodate hair that screams and hair that whispers. Nothing fazes them and when I re-emerge after some pleasant chat and a dose of talc, the apprehension has melted, but the frisk in my step remains.If in Johannesburg, try Floyd's, in Fourways Crossing, floydsbarbershop.co.za, or Freedom Hair, in Melville, 082-339-2087..