When I was 10 I had long blonde hair and my Mum sent me out to get my haircut on my own for the first time. She was horrified when I returned with a completely shaved head and told me I belonged in a Wormwood Scrubs. That was 25 years ago and I haven't shaved my head since. 

Then last night I hosted a quiz and drank too much. When the subject of lockdown haircuts came up, my ‘friends’ took advantage of my intoxicated state and peer pressured me into shaving off all of my precious hair, live on Zoom for their viewing pleasure. If I did so they'd all donate to my Dad’s charity - Act4Africa. So I did. Now I’m hungover and my head looks like a baked bean on a stick.

I may not be a 100-year-old WW2 captain, but I liked my hair and now I look like a walnut with stubble. Give what you can do some good comes from this harrowing incident.

A friend’s company will match donations so whatever you give will be doubled.