By 1986, Kriss Akabusi was at the peak of his powers as a 400m runner, with an Olympic silver medal already under his belt. Then, aged 28, his hair began to fall out.
I just realised, as I get ready to turn 60, I’ve been bald for more of my life than not. Do I care? No. Why would I?
My hair first started receding in my late twenties. Until that point I’d had a full head of lovely hair.
OK, as a black guy, perhaps it was slightly easier to deal with. Back then, there was a plethora of black guys who were bald and sexy. I know white guys had Kojak and Yul Brynner and a couple of other guys who made baldness look cool, but there weren’t many.
But this has nothing to do with race. It’s about confidence. For many young guys, baldness is a sign of middle-age coming early; like you’ve lost the great mane of your youth.
Very few people care about hair as you get older. When you get into your thirties and forties, people who come into your life will be attracted, not by your youthful looks, but by your insights and substance.
(Illustration: Alex Hahn, other images: Rex)