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For the avoidance of any doubt, it is autumn, now. Definitely autumn.
Not only is it getting dark noticeably earlier of an evening, but for the first time since early May, or certainly late April, I am sitting here at my lockdown desk and wearing a hoodie. I am not yet quite at the point of needing the heater as I did in March, but it’s good to know it’s there in the corner should I need it.
The other sure-fire sign that the temperatures are beginning to slide (and for the record, I’d like to observe that about now, we are in prime temperature territory for Bryan’s personal comfort), the lockdown beard has gone and I’m back to sporting my (increasingly grey) goatee. Or is it technically a Van Dyke? My erstwhile friend
glassfinger used to sport a ‘proper’ goatee and it made him look like a turnip. I think mine must, in truth be a ‘Van Dyke’ – you need the accompanying moustache unless you’re happy to look like an idiot.
The beard was just getting more and more unkempt and though I’m no oil painting, I do have certain standards and having trimmed it a couple of months ago for shape, it seemed to be sulking and refused to get any longer again. The tidying trim had convinced it to bush out rather than get more Gandalfesque.
Actually, looking at the linked graphic, mine is currently somewhere between ‘goatee and moustache’ and ‘extended goatee'.
For no reason other than the fact that I am a contrary sod, I often seem to loose a full beard just as the weather is getting colder, despite having maintained it throughout the summer. In a month or two I’ll probably get fed up with shaving again and start back on the full beard.
Of course, this is all in the name of vanity. I’ve always favoured facial fuzz of some kith, kin or kine, but in the twenty years since I gave up on my receding hair line and started shaving the top of my melon back to simple, dignified Picards, if I don’t have something on my face, I just look like a boiled egg with the point end at the top.
Happy Monday, folks.
Not only is it getting dark noticeably earlier of an evening, but for the first time since early May, or certainly late April, I am sitting here at my lockdown desk and wearing a hoodie. I am not yet quite at the point of needing the heater as I did in March, but it’s good to know it’s there in the corner should I need it.
The other sure-fire sign that the temperatures are beginning to slide (and for the record, I’d like to observe that about now, we are in prime temperature territory for Bryan’s personal comfort), the lockdown beard has gone and I’m back to sporting my (increasingly grey) goatee. Or is it technically a Van Dyke? My erstwhile friend
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The beard was just getting more and more unkempt and though I’m no oil painting, I do have certain standards and having trimmed it a couple of months ago for shape, it seemed to be sulking and refused to get any longer again. The tidying trim had convinced it to bush out rather than get more Gandalfesque.
Actually, looking at the linked graphic, mine is currently somewhere between ‘goatee and moustache’ and ‘extended goatee'.
For no reason other than the fact that I am a contrary sod, I often seem to loose a full beard just as the weather is getting colder, despite having maintained it throughout the summer. In a month or two I’ll probably get fed up with shaving again and start back on the full beard.
Of course, this is all in the name of vanity. I’ve always favoured facial fuzz of some kith, kin or kine, but in the twenty years since I gave up on my receding hair line and started shaving the top of my melon back to simple, dignified Picards, if I don’t have something on my face, I just look like a boiled egg with the point end at the top.
Happy Monday, folks.
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Date: 2020-09-29 02:10 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-09-29 02:10 pm (UTC)