JANUARY 8th - GANDALF THE PINK

A damp morning in Middle Earth, and who's this, tramping through the forest?It's Gandalf!Gandalf the Pink!My brother took these just a few days before Christmas - they were going to appear on the blog as my Christmas greetings entry for you all, but I ended up being rather busy in the lead up to the 25th, so here they are, posted late! Again, I'd like to thank you all who have donated, and hope you have enjoyed the blog. This will probably be the last article that I post, unless I have some follow-up news. Off I go - goodbye!

JANUARY 3 - BEARD-BE-GONE

I've just remembered how much I hate shaving.

And now I also feel distinctly unsexy.

Long Hair + No Beard = Not Nice.

I'll arrange a day with the good people at Kick Hair in Twickenham, so that they can unleash scissors, trimmers, clippers and shears upon my barnet, and whip it into a bit more of a shapely shape.

I miss my big beard, and no doubt I'll have another beard at some time in the future, but I do feel a bit naked without it. It's nice to feel my face clean-shaven again, and not having to worry about spillages when I'm eating eggs or yoghurt (the only things I had difficulties eating whilst hirsute), but I do miss my be-he-heard.

(That's me boo-hoo-hooing whilst typing beard).

JANUARY 2 - DE-BEARDED!

Just after midnight, at the dawning of the New Year, a little pair of nail scissors was produced, and my beard was ceremonially snipped off.
The battery for my clippers hadn't charged up enough in time, so I had to keep snipping and snipping until the chin was cleared away. But I decided to keep some hair, for a 19th Century style mutton-chop look. (At least, until I can cut it all off).
I'm actually very sad to say goodbye to the beard, as I had started to really enjoy it. I miss not having a big ol' beard on my chin to fiddle with, and also my chin gets very cold when I go out.
When I had a beard, it wasn't itchy at all, at any point, but with my current 'pink Lemmy' look, it is rather itchy where the hairy bit meets the shaved bit.
The end of my beard is in a little jar in my room.
I'll collect up the last of the donations in the next few days, put it into the Primhe account, and then present the charity with a giant over-sized cheque. I've no idea of the final total, but I'm fairly sure that we've broken the £1,000 mark.
Thanks to all of you!

A piece of ribbon appeared as if from nowhere, and I was humiliatingly 'decorated' for the occasion.

Snip, snip, snip!

My beard!

My new "Pink Lemmy" look!