At Al Kharj at the end of the 90's you had two options, go to the resident REME SM who gave you a once over with some Argos hairclippers for 5 Riyals, or go down to the Yank compound and have the locals do a neater job for 8 Riyals. Only trouble was, the locals used to throw in a neck massage for free, and if you weren't quick enough you found yourself being slapped and pummeled by this little bloke who looked like Bin Ladens grand dad. Maybe it really was a neck massage, or he was taking his aggression out of us, but you were always scared he'd fracture something.