In our third instalment of this series, we once again take a look at some great minds, and the moustaches that went (just) before them. Links at the bottom of the page to parts 1 and 2… 1,652 more words
My beard length is currently somewhere between Isle of Lewis chess set king and Amish newcomer.
Worryingly, I today discovered myself stroking it in an evil Todd Slaughter sort of way, for all the world as if I was about to slope up to the barista and whisper ‘Meet me at the boathouse at eight, me fine lad. 88 more words