A hysterical account of one man's attempts at clinging on to his last wispy strands of dignity! An apt blend of unhealthy paraia and male narcissm. Guys will read it and weep for this is their prophecy. Girls, stop smirking, the next time you're queuing at the bar behind a gleaming dome of skin adorned with a three strand comb-over, have some compassion.
Following the publication of his first novel, Never Mind the Redcoats, Paul Wojnicki quit his job to become a full time hypochondriac and part time writer. He has experimented with almost every single lotion, potion and snake oil that has ever been touted as a cure for baldness, ranging from eye watering onion juice to the breast enhancing sex change drug Spironolactone.