Having a Number Two
There is a time in every man's life when the tide goes out on his luxuriant locks. For some, this is in their early twenties, barely enough time for life experience involving hair. In my case, it was threatened but never came into effect, until my forties giving suitable time for my hair to be dyed, to have loved ones run their fingers through it and for my children to arrange it in a "David Beckham in a wind tunnel" formation.




