My dad sent me this clipping just now, god knows where he dug it up
You now know at least two new things about me:
1. Always did love me some big sunglasses;
2. You may also have discerned why shaving my head isn't even an option. It's something closer to a sacrament.
Don't let the "Crefeld School" part fool you, either, into thinking I was some kind of junior-woodchuck Etonian. Crefeld was something like a halfway house for post-"Whole Earth Catalogue" burnout savants and their toilet-stall-shagging studentry. ; . )