Beard off!
Cancer of the noggin is still rife and round two of surgical strikes is due to commence in the next few hours, and this time it means WAR! The new lumpy bit is on my ‘chin of heroic proportions’ which means the facial bumfluff needs to be removed… Nooooooo!
Well, in for a penny in for a pound as the old saying goes. If the beard has to come off, then the WHOLE LOT has to come off as well. Beard, chin fuzz and…. upper lip growth. Now this is a HEEE-OOOGE step for yours truly, I’ve had a mouse-tash since I was a gangly, spotty, bag of raging hormones running around School in Corby.
…and if it has to come off, I may as well document the whole sorry process and have a little fun with it as well. To be brutally honest this is to ‘gird my loins’ for the whole fuzz removal process as I’ve literally had nightmares as to what the heck my face looks like under there! Ah well, see the results above and enjoy…
Time to wander around, whilst I await for the face/scalpel meeting of minds, resplendent in my wanton ‘nakedness’ and feeling not unlike Duncan Goodhew’s left testicle O_o
