It proved to be quite a hassle getting rid of 5 months of growth, with chunks of wirey hair being cut with scissors, then shaved with a razor. I didn’t have the luxury of a set of trimmers. Firstly, let me remind you of how I looked just before I started the process
The first step was shock, simply shaving the head.
On facebook, I got comments like Irish Taleban and some strange, deluded people thought it was an improvemment. Nice. Then I trimmed it all, and shaved from the bottom of my bottom lip to my chin, and then removed most of the hair on my neck. The Redneck look:
Audrey felt it made me look very sad, like droopy dog if you remember him. In order to determine if I was a redneck, Scott (van Niekerk) helpfully posted the following (the one in bold being the highlight):
Just as a test do you do any of the following now?
When ordering a beer do you say "Hey there sweet thang, how's about gettin' us a cold un!"
Do you have any shirts left that still cover your midriff?
Do you think loading the dishwasher means getting Audrey drunk?
Do you now own a homemade fur coat?
When ordering a beer do you say "Hey there sweet thang, how's about gettin' us a cold un!"
Do you have any shirts left that still cover your midriff?
Do you think loading the dishwasher means getting Audrey drunk?
Do you now own a homemade fur coat?
Then it was time for the Hulk Hogan look, but couldn't be bothered getting it bleached the right colour:
The ‘tasche and the sideburns got trimmed a bit for the final look before it all disappeared. How anyone took me seriously through some of these transformations, I can’t imagine (but luckily I still managed to get my visas):
And that was the end of my beard.
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