While I’d contemplated doing it at Sundance, only to be talked out of the idea by Scott and Rob, it wasn’t until this morning that I whipped out a razor and took the plunge.

I now sport a – still somewhat scruffy, though evidencing limitless potential – Fu Manchu.

My brother has pointed out that it makes me look either Australian, or like the world’s preppiest Hell’s Angel.

Either way, I can’t lose.