Inspired by Movember (and I personally doubt this facial hairstyle will last beyond the month) the technique was simple: Don’t bother to shave for two and a half weeks. At first sign of being easily mistaken for a hobo, employ razor and depopulate all facial skin south of the upper lip of anything hairlike. About time, too. It was beginning to itch like crazy, and I hear it’s good policy to debeardify, especially if your building community takes issues with pets, before squirrels move in.
Evil tongues, among them my own, suggest that my face is in need of a 70s police B-movie, or that there’s nothing that a sixpence, a pair of Wellingtons, a tweed jacket and a shotgun casually slung over the shoulder wouldn’t fix, so I guess I’m just a pair of Wellingtons, a tweed jacket and a shotgun casually slung over the shoulder short of looking at home in the English countryside.