One of those things that happen

So I was sitting in my bath, musing upon... Well, not musing upon anything much, really: listening to the radio, rather, as I do. Only it struck me suddenly that I'd quite like to write about the adventures of a barber who served the upper crust; and that would probably be a steampunky elite, which would add to the fun of it all; and - hey, could it be called...?

Yes, it can. I have googled, and the name apparently did come out of nowhere; for this little time, I guess I have made a Googlewhack.

The title and first line are:

I SHAVED HALF-EMPEROR CYRRHENIUS

These? These are the steadiest hands in the demi-monde.

[And don't ask me about these halves and demis, I haven't worked that out yet...]