The shit blog of Paul Chris Jones

Oh man. Oh God. Oh Christ. My fucking hair. It's been 9 months since the hair transplant and my hair still looks shit.

From the front it looks alright, I guess:

But from the side, it looks awful, like I've started a trial of an experimental drug that makes your hair fall out:

In various places you can see my scalp underneath, showing through.

But I see your bald scalp

Showing through

I see your bald scalp

And that's why I love you

So don't be afraid to let it show

Your bald scalp

Is beautiful

Also, on the back I still have a massive bald zone.

And from the top it's very clear that I'm balding.

My only hope is that I can have another hair transplant. I'll happily fork over another €6,000 to get that bald spot covered up. It's hair that I want, it's hair that I need.

Also also, I had this conversation with my uncle-in-law, someone I haven't seen for ten years:

Me: "I had a hair transplant."

Wilf: "Oh really? Has it started working yet?"

Me: *Stunned* "What? Of course it's started working. I was bald before the transplant. Now I have hair."

Wilf: "Maybe you should just embrace your baldness. You know, just shave your head."

Okay, first of all, I tried embracing my baldness. I shaved my head FOR TEN YEARS. So I've done that already.

Second of all, embracing your baldness is the opposite of what you should do. Because what you should do is fight your baldness with everything you have. Like Dylan Thomas's poem "Do not go gentle into that good night", except instead of fighting death, you're fighting baldness.

Do not go gentle into that bald head

Rage, rage against the dying of your hairs

Because baldness makes every man look worse than when they still had hair.