‘You’ve had a haircut,’ I told him, redundantly.
‘No,’ James replied, clearly annoyed. I laughed at his irreverence but he stopped me: ‘My head’s growing faster than my hair, ok?’
He’s alright, James is. I smiled back at his wryness.
It was a couple of weeks later when I noticed his glasses were tight on his face and he was rapidly going bald. He looked pretty depressed so I joked with him, ‘At least you don’t need another haircut!’ He didn’t laugh.
The next week in the canteen I saw hair spilling out from his mouth as he ate lunch.