It’s all over. After a laborious and generally quite painful shaving session (which involved cutting myself with the very first stroke of the razor. Go figure.) the beard is no more.
And, as much as it pains me to say this, I feel pretty damn good. So fresh, so clean indeed.
But to commemorate that which once adorned my cheeks, I’ve thrown together a pretty dodgy animated image for you all. Enjoy.
Until next time, I guess…
Today is the last day of beardom. It’s been one hell of a ride.
Necessity is dictating that the 2 month journey will come to an end on schedule, and will not be extended beyond its means.
Farewell, friend. It’s been real.
So I’m back at the helm once again, and as you can see that, unlike the activity on this blog, the activity on my face has not ceased.
This coming Sunday will pose me with a great dilemma; Should it stay, or should it go…
I’m currently in Melbourne, on a laptop that doesn’t have photoshop, using very poor internets of which I have about 10 minutes left. So, unfortunately, this is a text only update.
It’s becoming quite thick, squaring up the jawline in places.
Today, wandering the streets of the Melbourne CBD, I’m absolutely positive that my beard was the sole cause of me being accosted by the following:
Also, today on the steps of Flinders Street station there was a guy in full on Immortal style corpse paint busking by shredding non-stop through a pignose amp. It was, without question, the best thing I’ve seen all week.
I’m about to leave the hotel room. If he’s still there, I’m going to employ the traditional heckle and demand that he play some Slayer.
The best part about that?
He actually will.
This’ll probably be the last post I make between now and just before the end of the no-shave period. I’m bailing for a fortnight. Taking the beard on tour, so to speak. Good times.
Peace out, hombres.
A soul killing hangover is making things a little slow today.
But on the other hand, I now have the prerequisite amount of growth for an absolutely killer set of mutton chops.
