So then, another year has passed and as it has departed more follicles have fled the old bonce. My once luxuriant growth of fine locks have gone into retreat leaving my forehead shiny like a reflective mirror. What to do?
Shave it all off is one option. Doing a comb over is not. A little dignity never goes amiss and tugging what remains of your hair from one ear to the other is not growing old disgracefully but making oneself look a proper merchant banker. (That phrase for those who do not understand Cockney rhyming slang is rather rude and not dissimilar to my American friend’s expression ‘jerk-off’ (English is so fluid ain’t it?)
These set of face pulling exercises shown here gives full view of the Duffy Dome. I have even considered growing my hair again, combing it back like Jack (there is only one Nicholson) and flipping the bird (cool huh? Just like a proper yank!) to anyone who gives a fig about receding hair. I confess I would rather not be losing my hair but it isn’t the worst thing that can happen to a man is it? And besides, today I am fifty nine and really would sooner celebrate that event, as I will later with my children, than the rapidly disappearing fringe that is racing away from my nose. And yes, it is rather a proud lump so the less said about that the better
Happy Birthday to me then.
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