Yesterday evening I decided to remove my beard. Consequently, for first time in many months I'm smooth of visage whilst I wander the avenues and alleyways of Leeds 15..... An unremarkable feat, admittedly, but if you bear with me I'll explain why I felt moved to mention it. Incidentally, when relaying I've removed my beard... Continue Reading →
Facial Hair Conundrums
After managing to prise my eyes open with an invigorating visage wash this morning, I caught sight of my face in the bathroom mirror during the subsequent drying process. Although an amalgamation of Shield soap and warm water had returned the use of my eyelids, it was clear that the guy looking back was not in a state of full... Continue Reading →
Tonight Matthew I’m Gonna Be….
“Ok then sir, what’s it to be? A beard trim or a full cutthroat shave?” I was asked by the guy with the ruddy complexion in sinister gravelled tones. There was something deeply unsettling about the way he spoke, not to mention the haphazard manner I’d seen him wielded the razor sharp tools of his... Continue Reading →