Chinbeard Forever!

I am so sorry.

It has taken us 5 weeks to get internet into our new university house. This was for three main reasons:

1. BT are bastards.
2. TalkTalk are bastards.
3. The Internet is a bastard.

Landlines, computers, connections, routers, you must do this before you do that, sorry we've rejected your application, but not told you about it because that would be sensible and we're not a sensible company.

But oh well, calm, we have internet now and that's all that matters.

So yes, I'm back, I have internet access. In the time I've been gone, I read Until I Find You by John Irving, watched Secret Window, The Notebook and Football Factory. I have obtained a copy of Damien Rice's new album and also a copy of Deftones' new album. So as you can see there will probably be a deluge of posts about these things in the next few days.

However, since the last post was all about hair, what better place to start than to tell you that I had another haircut. I'm happy with it, it was a pleasant experience. This may be because I went to a girly hairdressers, rather than the traditional male barbers. I am not here to talk about this though. I am here to talk about something completely different...

MUTTON CHOPS!

If any fashion of facial hair should come back into style, then it most definately should be this one! For the twenty minutes of pretending to be Lemmy from Motorhead I felt like I was king of the world. Who could argue with someone with such commanding control of their facial foliage as this?:



Certainly I felt more of a man than I'd ever been before whilst sporting such a chin-doo.

That feeling didn't last long though, as I was very quickly commanded by my girlfriend to get rid of the offending hair at once. Nevermind...

Bobbikk