All hail the ginger beard of justice

There's no denying that shaving is a pain in the arse (although no literally, because that would mean you're doing it wrong!!). However the constant need to scrape skin and stubble off your face on a daily(ish) basis can be something of a tedious process. So with this in mind (not to mention a lack of razorblades and no desire to spend £5+ on a pack of Gillette Mach 3 Rip-Offs) I decided to grow a beard.

So here I today I unveil the might ginger beard of justice! It's currently been gestating for 4 weeks and it's starting to settle in quite well. Week one was just a normal week or not shaving, but week 2 was the real watershed week. That is when the itching gets unbearbable and people start asking whether or not you ever plan to shave ever again, which means you either give in and shave, or admit to your secret desire to become a beardy wierdy. This then leads into week 3 where you look like a bit of a tramp and then by week 4 everything has done it's thing and all of a sudden you start developing an unhealthy fondness for folk and real ale!! The only downside to this is that I now bear a slight resemblance to TV 'funnyman' Dave Gorman!

Geeky Mac gags

According to this very geeky video on YouTube, PCs are for 'fart-huffers' and 'Macs get you laid'!! It must be true, I found it on the interweb!!

Also making me laugh his week is the fake Steve Jobs blog which you can find here.

Oh how we (Royal We) Grow old

It starts quite innocently at first, when we are all young, we turn up to gatherings with our, sleeping bag, sack of cheep beer in our small old cars, over the years you start to notice that we start having beds, (with Duvets), we stop bringing Towels (they are provided), and the booze gets better. You look to the drive and the cars are getting much more respectable, still not brand new but a bit bigger.

Then you find that you are going out for dinner, not going down the pub, everybody is driving near new company cars or at least less than 5 year old sensible family saloon, yes we have come of age. Then one of us gets Married, then another, then its no longer all living in shared houses with your mates, its with the Missus and owning your own home (if you live in the north). Then one of us takes a step too far, that’s right having Children, I may be the first in our group to go this extra step but I know others will be following soon (Simon will not be the last), but please do me a favour, if I turn up at a gathering in a people carrier, just refuse to speak to me again until I get rid of it.

My Aston Martin Plans took a dive because I spent many thousands of pounds of a wedding, still I though I am gonna get a Jag XJS V12, then I was to become a dad and that has taken a dive. Apparently I have other things to spend my £5000 on (I could have got a K plate for that), we need a bigger house apparently. What next I am still vowing to get an MX5, or similar when I come to change my car, let Michelle drive the sensible family car but I'm not taking bets on achieving that goal. But if I buy a diesel or a people carrier shun me please for my own sake shun me.

But still rest assured I am a very happy if not old man. Bring on the children the sleepless nights and the two nights to watch that episode of Top Gear I recorded, because its worth it. for moments like this when you mate Steve comes around and grins holding your wee Baby ahhh. (it suits him you know). So as I try to grow old with a sense of youth and style point out when I go wrong. Please point it out.

On the job!

To all of you that thought my job sounded glamorous, I thought I would post this picture. Taken after standing out side for 3 hours in -3 degree cold in South Wales. Nice.

Oh! ST16 just won an award with the CiB which is pretty cool, check out http://www.st16.co.uk/news/CiB.aspx for more info.

S