The deal was that if they could scrape together $50 I would get my head shaved. As a testament to the players generosity, or because they just don't like me, the $50 was soon collected. Of course there were a couple of players who were never going to part with any money, even for charity, but what would the stereotype of chess players being incredibly selfish be without a few players being incredibly selfish.
Attempts to negotiate a generous No.2 shave were unsuccessful, and soon the trimmer went to work. Despite the fact that the person wielding the weapon of "thatch destruction" wasn't a hairdresserer, but instead one of the bar staff, the finished product wasn't that bad.
So hopefully the Canberra winter will not be too cold, and I can wait 6 months before I need another haircut.
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