Tuesday, 4 February 2014

Of Shoes and Ships and 'Tash-Wax, of Cabbages and Kings (and Tzars and Kaisers)

Well, from designer stubble to King George V is taking a while (I've been cultivating it since New Year), but progress is being made, aided by the artisan 'tash wax I made the other day from beeswax and coconut oil.

It's still a work in progress, as you can see from the Selfie (I know all the latest buzz words). Hay hates it and maintains I'm starting to look like Sir Roy Strong. However, as one grows greyer, one has to make an effort at cultivating an interesting beard, rather than looking like a mouse peeping out from a bale of cotton waste, don't you think?

A distinguishing beard lends one gravitas, an air of playfulness, of James Robertson Justice.

May go for a Kaiser Bill before summer...

Stars have been paying tribute to Philip Seymour Hoffman - probably for his prodigious contribution to Mexican and Colombian heroin.


  1. My main complaint would be that, personally, I prefer men without facial fur. (Hey, you wanted a complaint!)

    That said, the Czar Nicolas or the Nicola Tesla aren't too bad on men I do not plan to rub faces with. (Which I don't, with strangers or people who drop by my blog. It'd be uncouth.)

    1. Ah, but a man without a beard is like strawberries without cream, or rye without the glue...