I've always hated haircuts. In high school and university, when I was going for "a look", my hair was the easiest part of the look to get right, and the hardest to hide when it looked wrong. When I found a stylist I liked, I was loyal to him, the way Mark Davis is loyal to his dude. Even now that I'm a dried-up old husk of a dad, with brittle grey hair, I'm fretful under the touch of a new barber.