And the perfect conclusion to this blog: I've received the cartoon of the office dog.
Addendum4/12/13: I took a printed copy of this cartoon into work to give to Lofty's owner and was told that she'd won Jewish Dog of the Year. And I've been giving her pork sausage rolls...
Tuesday, 3 December 2013
Monday, 2 December 2013
Movember Thirty-Second
I've found myself stroking the moustache I no longer have. Like amputees sometimes get feelings in their absent limbs, it still feels as if my facial fuzz is still there. I'm told I look younger, I think I look fatter, and, weirdly, I now think I need a haircut, as if the hair on my face distracted from that on my head. Despite having a moustache for less than a month it looked really strange after I shaved it off.
Doubtless I will grow accustomed to being clean shaven once again.
I've also contacted the Gallery of Mo to enquire about the non-receipt of a cartoon of a cocker spaniel who looks like she already has a moustache and was today trying to lick the dried glue that formerly stuck the carpet to the office floor.
Doubtless I will grow accustomed to being clean shaven once again.
I've also contacted the Gallery of Mo to enquire about the non-receipt of a cartoon of a cocker spaniel who looks like she already has a moustache and was today trying to lick the dried glue that formerly stuck the carpet to the office floor.
Sunday, 1 December 2013
Movember Thirty-First
This may or may not be the last post for this blog; I'm still waiting for Gallery of Mo to provide me with a picture of the office dog, but it's possible there was a disconnect between the request and the donation.
I did think of going to a Turkish barbers to get it shaved off, but would probably end up scared stiff by a cut-throat razor. And they are shut on Sundays. So at half ten this morning I set off to the bathroom to do it myself. I tried trimming it with some scissors that were part of a special beard trimming set, but they were bloody useless. Like trying to trim a lawn with a pair of scissors.
I did think of going to a Turkish barbers to get it shaved off, but would probably end up scared stiff by a cut-throat razor. And they are shut on Sundays. So at half ten this morning I set off to the bathroom to do it myself. I tried trimming it with some scissors that were part of a special beard trimming set, but they were bloody useless. Like trying to trim a lawn with a pair of scissors.
The starting/ finishing point
It was more scraping than shaving at first and I thought I'd take it through a few stages to see how they would have looked.
The 'proper' Mexican, with sides that go straight down rather than flaring
Mr Pastry
Clean shaven, despite the shadows
Attempt to take a picture in the bathroom mirror with no flash
It took roughly a minute less to shave with the moustache, but it took 30 minutes to shave off hence resulting in the sane overall shaving time during the month. Don't know whether it's raised awareness of male cancers. Did get a very broad smile from a woman in her twenties yesterday, and I think this is usually done by younger men.
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