Wednesday, 31 October 2007

Pebbledash

Nice word, that, when you think about it.

My 'beard' is gone. After a few days of growth, I started to look like one or two of the characters from 'Thirtysomething'.


Or, even worse, like Chuck Norris.


I have always hated his beard. It's like it's sprayed on or something.

Anyway, it's history. Lessons have been learnt, don't you worry.

Tuesday, 30 October 2007

Earth Shattering

I've had an idea.

It's incredible.

Nothing will be the same again, it changes everything.

It'll make you wonder how you managed beforehand, it's revolutionary.

You wait and see.

Feeling Hungry Between Meals?

Monday, 29 October 2007

Not Just Saffron Cakes And Pasties.

I have just bought and eaten a large cheese pasty from Barnecutts. I say 'large' but it was, by any normal person's standards, medium AT BEST.

I don't know, things aren't what they used to be. They didn't even have the choice of pasties they used to. One used to be able to select cheese & bean (my particular favourite), or cheese & onion, but no more. Merely 'cheese'.

AND it's not over-laden with salt like it used to be.

Hell, they even had some available! Not like in the old days—if you went in at any time after 11:45am then they wouldn't have what you wanted.

And They Call This 'Progress'...

Sunday, 28 October 2007

Bald Pussy

I have been umming and ahhing for the past week about whether or not to grow a beard. I don't know why really, as doing so involves no effort on my part—indeed, it involves doing less (shaving) than I would normally do.



I then came across Mr. Neil Mayer, an old college friend, on Facebook. His recent wedding pictures show him fearlessly displaying a wonderful arrangement of facial hair, the likes of which one doesn't find that often adorning the average 'Joe'. And who wants to be Joe*? Not me.

Neil tells me that while there are downsides (stupid students calling you Monopoly man, Jesus, Rasputin, Hitler(?) and having to avoid soup in public), the plus sides are that your face is all snuggly and “you look like some bad ass Edwardian mofo”.

So, with such a shining example in front of me, my fear has evaporated. I'm currently on day 5 without shaving.

I'm liking it so far.

*fictional Joe. any similarity to any actual Joe, either living or dead is purely coincidental.