I have never feared baldness.

I have never tried to hide it with a comb over or hair transplants or a hat.

I’ve never even carried a parrot on my shoulder or a hamster on my head to distract from my hair loss.

No, I have been fairly comfortable with the fact I lost my hair. Yes, it’s gone now like good manners, penmanship and my parents.

If it gets to you though, if it gets you down, the fact you are going bald, then watch out, it can lead to a dark and troubled place.

I knew of one fellow whose hair loss drove him to drink and all he would do is sit at a bar all day getting drunk and picking fights with people who called him ‘baldy’.