Haven't been clean-shaven since the early 1980's; even in the Army I had a tache.
With two exceptions; firstly, a few days before my first wedding I decided the beard needed a trim, made a mess of it and ended up getting married with me chin exposed to the elements. The marriage didn't last; I regard it as an omen.
Second one was when I was foolish enough to allow meself to be persuaded to have my hair and beard shaved off for a charity night at my local pub in Derby. I drew the line at removing the moustache; the result bore a striking similarity to Zebedee from the Magic Roundabout!
At the time I was commuting from Derby to Stafford (IIRC) on nights, mid-November and I was using my old Harley side-valve wearing the obligatory open-face lid. I have never been so damn cold since the Brecon Beacons in my Army days.
During the 1990's I did used to trim round the edges with a razor, as I was in a collar-and-tie job. Once I went back to lorry driving even that got binned, only time a razor touches my head now is when I go to the barber's for a haircut and they shave the back of me neck.
For me, you've either got a beard or you haven't. Detest those silly little mini-goatees, and cultivated stubble, especially on someone otherwise smartly dressed, just looks lazy and scruffy.
I never eat soft ice-cream in public. Especially if it's got raspberry sauce on it.
Last edited by: Harleyman on Sat 16 Apr 16 at 13:53
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