Give me 12 inches (and make me a wig)

Friday, December 21st, 2007

The fear of going bald does strange things to a man – just ask Mark Oaten.

Thing is, there’s no turning back from it. Greyness can be dyed – or embraced as distinguished – while general creakiness and excess weight can be argued away with vague promises of the gym. Hair loss, however, is the end to your illusions of eternal youth.

In my case, I’ve spent the last couple of years cultivating a ponytail that reached halfway down my back. It’s gone now – sent to a charity that makes wigs for child cancer patients.


For the last month or so I’d been seeing signs that screamed ‘hair loss’. From the scalp pains and the variable depth on different parts of my head, to the slimmer ponytail and the dead hamster in the plughole each time I showered, it looked very much like the game was up.

My mum, briefly a hairdresser in her youth, disagreed. So did Beloved Other Half who, despite her fondness for radically short styles, still has more experience than me in possessing long hair. Both argued that hair can, and does, thin under the stress of length.

Nevertheless, I decided it was time for the ponytail to go. If the barber discovered acres of rolling space, we’d have an answer.

I’m now back living in my home town after 20 years away in Norfolk and London. The barbershop I used to go to when I was younger is still there, although the staff has – of course – completely changed.

Once, it was dominated by a cartoon Italian with long permed hair and a moustache, a twinkling smile, and a love for the ladies. Alas, it transpired that one of the ladies he loved was aged 14 and, faced with the police, he threw himself under a train. The young lad who cut my hair barely remembered him – he’d seen him for childhood haircuts but never worked with him.

These are the things that underline the passing years.

Has to be said, young Rez did a fine job on the hair. After checking three or four times that I did really want the ponytail cut off, he sheared it away. A brief look of panic crossed his face when I cried out “nooo, I’ve changed my mind”, but it was replaced by a broad grin when he checked in the mirror and saw from my expression that it had been my idea of a joke.

After a remarkably short time, and an even more remarkably small bill, I was shorn neatly and the ponytail, still secured by its hair band, was wrapped up in tissue in my pocket. He conducted a close inspection of my scalp and declared that no, I had nothing at all to worry about in the hair loss stakes. Not yet, anyway.

After the chop

And the ponytail? That’s going to charity.

I have an ambivalent attitude towards cancer charities. Heroes during one close family member’s illness, villains during an in-law’s last months. However, I was determined that I’d do something useful with the discarded hair.

The Cancer Research UK page on the subject of hair donation is not terribly encouraging. But Beloved Other Half did some digging on those ol’ interweb things and came up with a charity called the Little Princess Trust (website / Facebook group) which was set up to provide wigs to children with cancer and other illnesses that cause hair loss.

Now, I’m not generally one for excessive pinkness. And I do tend to believe that little girls are better served by aspiring to be engineers rather than princesses. But there are times to be a grouch and times to shut up and embrace your inner sparkliness.

The Little Princess Trust was set up by the parents of Hannah Tarplee from Hereford, who died in June 2005 of cancer, aged five. It helps parents of children with cancer and other illnesses that cause hair loss to find and pay for realistic-looking wigs made from real hair.

And, obviously, the hair has to come from somewhere. Hence the donations page. The rules (lifted here word-for-word from their website) are simple:

  1. Ensure you have at least 10″-12″ of clean, good condition hair.
  2. Hold the hair tightly whilst cutting it and securely tie the follicle end of the hair ensuring all the hair is lying in the same direction.
  3. Package the hair in such away that it cannot become tangled.
  4. Send it to;
    Little Princess Trust
    43 George Road
    B15 1PL

It turned out, when measured, that my ponytail was exactly twelve inches. So off it goes.

I think I’ll stay short-haired for a while now. It’d be sad to turn 40 looking like a member of Status Quo, after all. But its nice, and a trifle ironic, to reflect that my brief panic about getting old has resulted in an action that will – hopefully – help someone young whose battle is simply to get where I am now.

5 responses to “Give me 12 inches (and make me a wig)”:

  1. AstroGirl Says:

    December 22nd, 2007 at 12:50 pm

    Did you take a photo of Nick Clegg along?

    ;-)) ;-)) ;-))

  2. Nikki S Says:

    December 25th, 2007 at 12:44 am

    I just thought I’d say what an amazing thing you did! As one of the female species it’s easier for us to get away with long hair! Haha.

    I saw your link on the facebook group, I’ve just had mine cut today and plan to send off the hair in the New Year :)

  3. jules Says:

    December 25th, 2007 at 9:16 pm

    shame about the hair cut, you know what I am like with long hair on men!!!!!
    But done for a worthy cause, good for you

  4. Sandy Velten Says:

    May 8th, 2008 at 4:58 pm

    Hi Andy,
    just saw this-I plan on cutting my long hair *again* in a month or two (I have the kind that just keeps growing and growing-it once reached all the way down for me to sit on it….)and now I finally know what to do with the ponytail. I had cancer deaths in my family too, and one of my friends has recently been diagnosed, so this *is* an issue close to my heart.

    About the dead hamsters in your drain-I can tell you it’s a) a hormone thing, at least in women-every once in a while, you lose more hair; and b) the longer it gets the more noticeable even just one lost hair will be. It used to have me worried, too…

    Sandy (Alyx Sands)

  5. Lauraine Wharton Says:

    May 9th, 2008 at 3:10 pm

    Well done. I am about to cut my son’s hair tonight and he too is going to send it off to the Little Princess Trust. I will miss it terribly as it is in beautiful condition and it has been with him for 5 years now, but it is impractical for his work.

    He is a rock musician too, so the new look may not go down so well!

    So well done you!

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