IT WAS time. The phrase 'hair-parting' had suddenly taken on a whole new meaning for me.

To be honest, the hairline had been thinner than Victoria Beckham's thong for some time. But from the front of my head there was always enough fuzz to take away the bare look, to allow me to live in denial.

Not now. Not since the day I stood in the garage to pay for petrol and received an incredible fright. No, not at the price of petrol. A flashing glance at the CCTV camera revealed the true picture.

The top of my head was close to hairless. The thick dark David Cassidy-hair was, like the Seventies, long gone.

I had to take action. But what sort? A close pal, an actor, had had a weave. Like Elton. And it looked great. But what did it feel like? He let me touch his scalp. I could feel the plastic ridge into which the hairs are inserted.

Oh dear. And it costs ??60 a month for ??maintenance'. I didn't like the idea of being maintained.

So I looked for a solution. Literally. There are lots on the market. Rogaine, Propecia, Finasteride. Mmm. Perhaps. Another pal revealed he's been using Finasteride. It's working. He doesn't have hair in abundance. But it's thicker and looks fine.

Yet, I needed a more immediate, more dramatic result. I searched the net. A company in Mexico were offering to re-regrow your own hair using stem cells. At a cost of $30,000. But there's another price to pay. Side effects. Latin American scientific reports claim the stem celled hair will grow in one colour only ??“ white ??“ and in any direction it chooses.

I don't want to look like Don King. Or Rhydian.

But what about a transplant? I'm unsure. Now, I know the days when Elton and Russ Abbott had transplants - which left their head looking like the bog potato fields of 19th century Ireland - are gone. Transplant technique has come of age.

But the website comments all say the same thing; it can all go wrong. You have to get the right surgeon.

So how do you find the right man for the job?

I spoke to one the one of the UK's top trichologists for independent advice. He recommended his 'own transplant surgeon', which didn't sound that independent to me.

And so I made a few more calls to cosmetic clinics around the country. And I spoke to lots of sales people who all promised they could make me hairier than a Greek grandmother's top lip ??“ without having seen sight of my head.

But I looked around and a transplant seemed the best option. Who to choose?

I read up on the hospitals in Buenos Aires which were offering cheap transplant deals. Sounded dodgy.

Then I spoke to the Harley Street company offering a new transplant technique whereby a device pulls follicles from the back of the head and plants them in the front.

It sounded fine. And so I went down to London to the main office where I was ushered into a small white-walled office by a female of indeterminate accent and vague job description.

She opened a laptop and showed me CGI images of a bald hair. Then she showed the same head with hair.

Was she a doctor? No, a ??company manager'. I assumed she was essentially a saleswoman.

The lady then produced a video programme that counts hairs on heads and estimates how many I would need. And she told me the cost. It was expensive. But I could go to Greece she said and get it done 'much cheaper'.

Now I didn't get a hard sell - more a contrived indifference. I felt she was saying to me ??Well, we know you'll be back because you have no choice'. "What's the name of the doctor who would perform the tranplant?" I asked.

"It depends," she says. "We use a pool of doctors."

"Can't you be specific?"

"Not really."

Aside from creating an image in my head of a group of surgeons splashing around wearing water wings, I decide her answer doesn't work for me. I need the name of a surgeon so's I can check his credentials.

What to do? Well, suddenly it hit me.

"You should go and see Dr Farjo," said TV Dragon Duncan Bannatyne.

No, he didn't say it to me directly. He said it to a Dragon's Den hopeful who happened to be a bit thin on top.

And so I had to find out who this Dr Farjo was who came with such a high profile champion.

Well, it turned out that the Scots businessman had had a hair transplant at the Farjo Clinic in Manchester.

So I called the clinic and spoke to the manager, Mick.

He was pleasant and seemed genuine. How can you tell? After 30 years of asking questions for a living you just know. And there's that feeling you get when you like someone straight off.

So I decided to go down and look at the Farjo set up, a very swish-looking clinic right in the heart of Manchester's Picadilly.

I discovered Mick to be as likable in the flesh. But just as importantly, he spoke for as long as it took to explain the process. Then he introduced me to Dr Bessam Farjo. Dr Farjo asked me what I'd be hoping for, obviously checking out whether I expected to end up with Orlando Bloom locks.

And I then got to ask all the relevant questions; how long does the procedure take? Do you have instant hair? Will there be much scarring when the folicles are implanted? How thick will it be? Can it fall out? Will I become more attractive to the opposite sex and have 28 year-olds chasing me round the disco? All that sort of stuff.

And he gave straight answers to the serious questions and laughed at the dafter one.

I liked him. More importantly, I trusted him. He gave me all the time I need to explore all the issues. And he offered to put me in touch with others who lived locally and had had the treatment. I feel confident in his ability but, just as importantly, I feel he has a personal interest in me.

"You won't get a thick head of hair," he said, "but you have good growth area at the back and we can transplant it to the top and get a decent result."

I'm convinced. But Mick insisted I go away and think about it. And I did.

Three months later I found myself standing outside the Farjo Clinic in the April sunshine feeling happily anxious, worriedly excited.

An oxymoronic state? You bet. Well, it's not ever day you are about to tick one of the largest personal boxes you've ever ticked in your life.

Inside the clinic was a hive of industry, even at 7.30am - but an oasis of calm. And Dr Farjo was relaxed and cheerful for a man who was about to work a ten hour shift. (or so I thought)

We talked headlines. Not,as a journalist, the sort I'm, used to talking about.

No, he talked about what my head would look like by the end of the day. And it was all so laid back. Then came the sedation pill and ten minutes later I was laid back in a huge comfy leather chair.

My head was numbed - it was more irritating than painful - and an elastic band strapped around my dome which was slightly uncomfortable, like I was wearing Ethel Merman's junior bathing cap.

During this time, my thoughts were more on the music Terry Wogan was playing than the procedure - a measure of my trust or the Valium, I'm not sure which.

But Dr Farjo kept me abreast of developments on the back of my head.

The donor strip had been removed, he explained, the follicles prepared, cut up and separated.

The scalp was then made ready for the follicles to be planted, little incisions made, but again I felt nothing more than discomfort.

Then the follicles were inserted, one at a time, which was a slow, labour-intensive process.

After a break for lunch, a lovely pre-ordered chicken sandwich, it was back to the plantation fields and serious work for Dr Farjo and his wife, ADD.

Not for me. The afternoon was the chance to watch the movie, The Last King of Scotland.

During all of this however, the attention and reassurance was constant; little comments alleviated any slight concerns I had.

But to be honest, I enjoyed this light atmosphere. It was far more relaxing than a day at the office.

And the process continued right through the afternoon. After the movie I slept for a while, then woke up and the team were still planting hair.

Did I feel confined? Uncomfortable? Not a bit. And all the time I could smile knowing this was all a move in the right direction.

Then Dr Farjo announced he'd come to the end of the road. Or my head, actually.

"Do you want to see how it looks?' he said.

And I didn't, actually.

I have to admit that at this point I was terrified. I really was frozen with fear, not about the possible scars, or the sight of blood, more along the lines of what if there's nothing there?

Or what if the new hairline looks weird, that it runs straight across my head like Frankenstein's or Curly out of The Three Stooges?

The negative thoughts raged through my altered head like a torrent.

This wasn't like buying a suit after all. You can take a hair transplant back. This is permanent. This is the result of years of build up to a process that will alter how I look. And I'm afraid.

But before I could answer, a mirror was produced. And with it an amazing moment. I had a hairline. A perfectly natural-looking hairline. It didn't run straight across my scalp at all. Nor was it pointy like Dracula's or Jude Law's.

However, there's a downside. It won't be there too much longer, I'm told. The implanted hair falls out after a few days and it's four or five months before the follicles produce new hair.

For a second, I feel down. It's a bit like being given a new racing bike for Christmas with 12 speed Shimano gears and she tells you you can ride it for three days. But then it goes back to the shop for four months.

Yet, that's fine. I can live with that. Because I've had a glimpse of the future - and it has hair ??“ and it looks fantastic.

Hopefully, I thanked Dr Farjo enough as I left the clinic and headed for Chinatown with the Blonde for a celebration dinner.

I say hopefully, because I felt so elated all I could think about was this fantastic new hair line that will one day be mine for keeps.

The next day, the sense of euphoria continued and I even wrote a poem.

All I Want For Christmas Is A Comb.

wow!that was an epic review!
but it mirrored my farjo experience(consults and 2 surgeries)to the T,even the same sandwich
though i didn,t do chinese with a blond,done italian with a brunette after.
glad to hear you had a great experience in manchester brian and that you didnt get suckered into south american stem cell technology(especially as i have just seen what happened to dr bruce banner at the flicks)
should start seeing some changes in the next couple of months if you had it in april.
have you any pics?

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Brian,

Congratulations on selecting a first-rate surgeon.

We could almost make a movie out of your experience!

But in the midst of all that detail, I didn't catch how many grafts you received?

I also hope that you'll share your photos and document your progress with us by creating a hair loss weblog.

Heal and grow well!

Bill

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Bill,
That's the problem when a writer tells his story,he uses an awful lot of words.I will sort out his pictures and surgical details,though i know it was 3000 plus.

Mick

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Brian...I nominate your post to the Hair Transplant experience Hall of Fame .
Just curious how you know what Victoria Beck's thong looks like

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Very interesting read

Congrats - look forward to seeing pics

Regards
Spex

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Nice novel :-)

story brings back memories, have seen pics on the photo section, looks like typical Dr Farjo work.
i think the results will be great, i had similar no. of FUT's and coverage.

btw i have booked myself in for HT#2 in november for crown work.
in meatime,

Happy growing Brian.

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Brian:

Haven't you heard: A picture is worth 100,000 words......

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Current regimen:
1.66 mg Proscar M-W-F
Rogaine 5% Foam - every now and then
AndroGel - once daily
Lipitor - 5 mg every other day
Weightlifting - 2x per week
Jogging - 3x per week

I thought I would update everyone; I've compared my new pics with the originals - and have had something of a shock.

Have a look. (It's just four months exactly since I had my HT.)

Also worth noting; my stiches were examined by a pal who happens to be a top Scottish consultant - and reckons it's some of the best work he's ever seen.

Let me know what you think. . . .

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