Today is the day I am cutting my hair. I’ve had long hair for ever and today it’s going. I control the time and date, not Genghis. I control where and how, not Genghis. I control the outcome – it’s going to be donated to a charity that makes wigs for kiddy cancer patients – not Genghis. My hair is washed and clean, and come this evening my lovely hairdresser will take a big pair of scissors and – chop – say goodbye to the pre-Genghis me and hello to the new me. The one who is going to beat Genghis. Whip his a**e. With short hair.