From the age of about 14, up until the age of about 39/40, I had a 'tache, or a beard. I also had hair, and bushy eyebrows. (We won't go downstairs!)
The 'tache was part of my face for so long that when I eventually shaved it off for good, people thought I looked physically sick. They said things like "You don't look right, have you been ill?, I can't put my finger on it, but you, my friend, look wrong!"
Because it was when I started shaving my heid, and my barber said I couldn't have bushy eyebrows with a bald noggin, and clipped them back to within an inch of their lives, that I decided to shave the 'tache.
I actually felt naked for quite a while. My upper lip trembled at the thought of going outdoors, into the wide open world.
But eventually, we, my lip & I, became accustomed to the stares, and the cold, and the cold stares!
I grew a beard a few years ago. Imagine a ginger Santa. It didn't look good in June. It didn't make July.
It's Movember, a time when Irish men of all ages (and men of some other countries, not to mention a few women) stop shaving on the 1st of November to raise funds for, and awareness of, men's Cancer.
Being in the business of show, and having to look one's best at all times for one's public , I have never participated in such shenannigans. But yesterday, having shaved the heid, I let the face go wild. Two days in, it doesn't look much, a mixture of grey & ginger, a slight shadow on an otherwise handsome fisoge. I have a gig with the two-piece this very evening and I will decide just minutes before the gig if I shall shave or not.
Herself will not approve, though she fell for the moustachioed Map many moons ago. Or maybe she will be tickled grey!
Think 'Magnum', think 'Freddie Mercury', Think '70's Porn Star'!
I know you want it!