When I met Gio soon after getting back, before saying hello he cried "You'll never get a job!". This was of course a reference to my hair.
Today however, I bit the bullet and said good-bye to the last aspect of my hippyish traveller lifestyle, care of the masterful hands and scissors of Na-chan, who kindly gave over half her day to remove this:
That's a wig and a half full!
And the result? The new improved Sam, the acceptable corporate leader. I present you:
Let's have skinny cappas with our breakfast briefing, people
Will they still let me into Glastonbury?