I SEE that there Denis Kilcommons has been using his column in the Examiner to brag about his flowing locks.
Despite being, to put it gently, a little north of 50, Denis still sports an impressive head of hair.
As you can probably tell from the picture at the top of this page, the opposite is the case with me.
In spite of being just 34, I already have the kind of slaphead more suitable for a grandfather than the dad of a toddler.
For me the recession began, not when the banks collapsed in 2008, but in 2003 when my hairline began its long retreat.
As Denis noted on Monday, more and more men are coping with early baldness. I’m among the 30% whose hair starts heading north before our 30th birthdays.
Some of my fellow slapheads find it hard to come to terms with their baldness, turning to desperate measures such as toupees or sports cars to compensate for their follicle deficit.
Indeed, as Denis noted, 10% of men say they would sacrifice a year of their lives to have a full head of hair. And 40% would take the even more drastic step of giving up booze.
I won’t pretend that I’m overjoyed about my receding hairline but, unlike some of my balding buddies, I’ve learnt to live with it.
Losing your hair is like losing a loved one. First there’s anger, then denial, and finally acceptance.
When I feel down about my hair loss, I console myself with the thought that it makes me look a little bit more like my hero, Dennis.
Bergkamp, that is, not Kilcommons.