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!