I've happily ignored my inescapable follicular fate for quite some time, locking the thought of it away in a shady corner of my mind and pretending that everything will be fine.

At 27 though, there's no running from genetics. Despite having unnaturally thick sides (or so my barber tells me), I'm noticeably thin on top, and, well, it’s starting to affect me.

As with most men going through male pattern baldness, my confidence has taken a hit. I'm now acutely aware and uncomfortable when sitting under bright lights. I stress out about it far too regularly, and often find myself analysing my head from every angle in the mirror, trying to accept the fact that my hairs are abandoning ship like uncharacteristically determined lemmings.

People tell me not to worry, of course, but it's impossible not to. I mean, it's my hair. I've been (quite literally) attached to it all my life. It's a part of who I am.

I keep telling myself that I'll bite the bullet soon and shave it all off, but I can't bring myself to do it. I just don't think it’ll suit me. Sure, you've got the likes of Jason Statham and The Rock, but they're... well, they're Jason Statham and The Rock.

I'm adamant that I'll get the clippers out before it’s too late, but who knows? Maybe I'm already in denial. Will I end up coveting a few surviving strands like Homer Simpson, before finally accepting my fate? I’d like to think it won’t go that far.

If this helmet does it’s job however, it might never have to.