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).