Because I was worth it

Good work to David Beckham for sporting his ridiculous array of hairstyles. My advice to young men would be, enjoy your barnet while you can, for one day soon, it will all fall out. I regret to this day not getting those Snoop Dogg style French braids when I was at university. And now it is too late. Reminds me of the time when at Simmons & Simmons on a vacation scheme, I decided to go peroxide blond (as was the fashion at the time… er maybe not… I think that Gazza had just done it though). Then when I was on my way out of the door for the job interview part of the vac scheme, my supervisor asked, apparently in all seriousness, whether I was going to “do something about my hair” before the interview, because I should be aware that it was a conservative firm and he did not want me under any misapprehension that such things were acceptable. Like, what did he think I had in mind, popping into the gents and colouring it back with a felt pen? Banking lawyers for you, I guess. Immediately after the vac scheme, I went on holiday to the south of France with Grovesy and the blond thatch atop my swede led to accusations of me “looking like a fruit” — in fact, I think Grovesy may even have a picture which will settle the issue of whether or not I looked like a fruit once and for all.