So it had to happen - and I'm not talking about my watching of Big Brother - I'm talking about the trimming of the old facial hair (the old can't-be-bothered-to-sort-it-out, aka, my beard). Yes, despite advice from others to keep it - which has prolonged its stay the last week or two - it's time for it to go; number one, because it really had got too straggly and wild (see fig.1), and, number two, because I'm off to Rocky Horror tomorrow and I'm not really sure the face fuzz would match my red size 12 high heels and whatever borrowed-from-the-shelves-of-Oxfam transvestite outfit I squeeze myself into. Or maybe it would...
In the meantime, though, this gives me a chance to do something I've wanted to for a while - and to share something with you that no-one in the world has ever seen. So, for a shocking, scary, horrible and compelling treat...scroll on down!!!
But don't fret...I won't be keeping it! :-)
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Ten fifty eight pee-em...somebody boring is sitting in the diary room...somebody that looks like somebody else is ranting about this 'n' that...somebody mental/maniacal is eating a peach-dunky...the rest of the housemates are sleeping...goodnight housemates, I love your buttons as if they were pigs and caramacs...goodnight...
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