OK, yes, you got me.
When I asked you to vote for me to keep or lose the beard I fully expected a unanimous call to shave it off. In fact I was counting on it.
So what do you lot do? You vote for me to keep it!
Well thanks a lot, I will never have sex again! Nobody wants to kiss a man with a beard, nobody. In fact people will cut their own lips off rather than lay them upon my hairy gob. Eventually I will resort to being bummed by redneck American’s, who will ask me to squeal, while deformed children play the banjo.
So here is my look for the foreseeable future, I hope you approve:
Some people gave reasons why I should keep the beard and I include them here for your edification:
Keep the beard, you are a frightening man so you may as well wear the uniform.
I say keep it. You look ever so slightly like a manly lesbian without it or Tim Key.
I can’t decide which.
You’re hideous without the beard. Keep the damned thing on!!
Keep it, or I’ll punch your chin off.
Before I go, let me make a confession: I didn’t actually mind being called a beardy one, in Andrew Collins’ blog. In fact I was utterly delighted to have even got a mention. It was just an excuse to run a random beard poll. So I would like to thank Andrew for being so nice about it. You are a a true gentleman sir.
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“Kissing a man with a beard is a lot like going to a picnic. You don’t mind going through a little bush to get there!” Minnie Pearl
Of course, Martin, if you take a look at a picture of the late Minnie Pearl, you might find she has, or is near to, a banjo.
I can only suggest you stay well clear of the American Bible Belt, and that you never whistle “Dixie” in the dark.
One day I discovered my beard was more grey than brown. Federico Garcia Lorca saw butterflies in Walt Whitman’s white beard. Mine … moths. I kept the moustache, shaved the beard.
Hoping you’ll keep the long hair (don’t go all Frankie Boyle) as you may have much to make of the beardy business.