My distinct lack of hair these days puts it safely beyond any category of style other than slaphead.
Not so the young Woodsy!
At one time my full head of hair allowed any number of styles.
The earliest cut I donned, during the Sixties, was a sort of bob, rather like Davy Jones in the Monkees. I doubt the Monkee look was intentional as I wasn't a believer of any great substance.
My first real style of any meaning was a Bowie cut in the early 70's when the other David Jones was at his moonage peak. I adored Bowie and trying to look a bit like him was a no-brainer. I was geeky anyway so why not. I think the barber's technique was called feathering. I was feathered.
The high point of my Bowie cut was miming to Ziggy Stardust at the school talent show. I had a guitar and a lipstick circle painted on my forehead. Ziggy played guitar!
As the Seventies smouldered like a burning joss-stick I was assimilated by the Borg that was Heavy Rock. Bowie made way for Budgie and Rush and my locks grew longer.
By 1977 I was fully a haired-up hippy with a mass of black curls and a thick beard. Not so much a style as an anti-style, in those days I ended sentences with the word 'man' and considered myself to be right-on. The sheer amount of hair lead to nicknames like Tree, Gandalf, Inri and Beatnik!
The high water mark of this hair-do was performing in a rock band called Sirius at a pub gig in the summer of 1980. It was my hair's woodstock.
The rest as they say was a receding hair line!
How have you been with your hair readers?