Anyway, pottering round the house, mulling over what I was going to do today. Then it hit me.
What if I only had half a beard?
Given at this point I had a couple of weeks worth of face fuzz and as I've been blessed with a face that as well as being one that only a mother could love, doesn't take too long to get a reasonable amount of growth going on, this seemed like a good time to try this out.
Dr Beardface. |
Armed with a set of clippers, a razor, some shaving gel and a vague recollection of Bruce Dickinson from Iron Maiden doing something similar, I set to work...
Dr HalfBeardFace |
Certainly not a look I'd be rocking down the local discotheque but it certainly had a effect on the lovely flatmate who declared it to be no less than "pretty scary". I did consider keeping it on for the next day at work but they already think I'm a bit odd on account of the dead animal collection I have in my desk drawers. Which reminds me, I must get round to eating that fox before it goes off...
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