…most of we males enter this planet with little or no hair topping… many depart with much the same hirsute-less status… the saga of a lifetime’s human hair adornment varies from person to person… this ol’ Jurassic’s tresses, atop the skull and upper lip covering, half-face or none, differed from decade to decade… early childhood in Dockland Govan in Glasgow involved free haircuts from trainee hairdressers on a local government learner-barbers program, resulting in demands for the apprentices to fashion the style of the day… the Duck-A*se, the mark of the Teddy Boy, high on the priority list, went well with drainpipe-tight trousers and ‘brothel-creeper’ inch-thick-soled ‘bumper’ shoes… gallons of Brylcream ointment, plastered liberally, sustained the antimacassar trade for at least ten years beyond that industry’s shelf-life… the icons of the silver screen and vinyl records produced personalised cuts such as the ‘Tony Curtis’, the ‘Eden Kane’,’ the