Like a matador who has faced his last bull and subjected himself to the final ritual of ceremoniously cutting off his coleta, I am soon to dispense with my ponytail and say goodbye to long hair for the last time. The advancing years and correspondingly receding hairline have conspired to bring me to this juncture.
I am not looking forward to not having much hair on my head and will probably have to compensate by growing more on my face. I have also got quite a small head and am only thankful that I am not very broad of body so will not be totally out of proportion, although I will one day be one of those old men who resemble a turtle. The fact that my nose is slightly hooked will help this impression.
Having looked superficially much the same for the last thirty years or so, it will be strange to be assuming a different appearance and I feel like I am embarking on a new phase in my life. Just when I thought I had become pretty well settled, life throws up a new challenge. From now on I will not be defined by my hair – what will I be most noted for? I could essay a Zapata moustache but I don’t really have the right sort of growth or colouring. My earring will now be more prominent – I could get a bigger, more piratical one. A flamboyant hat might be quite dashing, or a monocle? Maybe I could just take to wearing sunglasses at all times.
Or I could simply settle for being the bloke the kids call Turtlehead.
Holding a mirror up to my future