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Five days post-shave

My face-fuzz was getting particularly scruffy yesterday morning, so I shaved a little around the edges to tidy it up. This left me with a faint goatee shape, and some scruffy sideburns which creep onto my cheeks. It was also making its way down my neck in spectacular patches.

Work was hectic and warm, which probably added to growth, but I didn’t receive any comments.

In the evening, we took a nice air conditioned drive to Birmingham to see Battles supported by Young Montana. I had a few beers, which we all know is beard fuel. A gig is the perfect place for my pathetic beard to hide. Not only is it dark and nobody really looks at your face, but lots of people have beards there anyway. The gig was great, and my ears are still ringing.

I think that if anyone asks how long it’s taken me to grow my facial hair, I will pretend like I shaved that morning to look manly. Not five days culminating in what looks like the hair’s been stuck on my face by a child with glue on its hands.