I was quite a sensitive soul when I was that long-haired youth and got really upset one night when some people in a pub told me exactly what they thought of my hair, so when I got home I scalped myself with a pair of nail scissors. I got the fright of my life when I woke up the following morning and realised that something significant was missing!
I went downstairs and my mother groaned and said "Och, no, your father was just saying the other day that you couldn't look worse - but he was wrong!" That really cheered me up!
Anyway, I shaved the beard off too and eventually grew my hair back to a more sensible length. I've found a picture of me taken then. I'm sitting next to the girl of my dreams, too shy to speak to her! (I've edited her out of the picture because I don't have her permission to post her up here.)