Can you see anything wrong with how I look in this photo Gail took just over a week ago, when we went for a walk in the snow?
No me neither, but according to Gail, the fact that my beard was long enough to have icicles suspended from it was a Bad Thing.
Now if I had been allowed to accompany Gail on her business trip to London a few days ago, I could perhaps have taken the Tube to the hipster Mecca of Shoreditch while she was attending her boring meetings, and my luxuriant beard might have been given a special professional styling (e.g. look carefully at the beard pictured below...)
|Shoreditch hipster 'animal beard'|
But no, instead I have had to put up with Gail's amateur efforts with the pinking shears, leaving me almost bereft of my signature facial fuzz...