I'm sure there's a doctorate somewhere in when it became "acceptable" to be bald, and its accompaniment (as long as you shave it all off). My brother (like me) started going bald at the back, him in the seventies, but by god he had a mighty combover for years. You couldn't breath in the bathroom after he'd been in because of the smell of **** mixed with what must have been a cans worth of Cossack hairspray. He still swirls it about though it'd look better if he just cut it short.
Anyway, Robert Robinson.