It's disabeard...

My beard has been getting increasingly irritating over the last couple of weeks, and the recent humidity wasn't helping. I had originally planned to grow it long and weave some beads into it, Vikings style, but after a frustrating couple of hours fooling around with some gloopy hair gel and some slick, slippery beads we decided that the only reason they had the time to do that was because they hadn't invented television in the 12th Century. So it was time to shave. Of course when you shave a beard it's traditional to showcase the various stages of facial hair...

The beard post-beading attempts...

Fluffed out with the gel, bushranger style

 Tidied up a bit at the sides, aka the Hipster

The classic chopper 'mo.  It was tempting to leave it like this and go and heckle at a Movember gathering

 The Egyptian

The Ned Flanders (aka 'The Andy F')

The Adolf

And finally the clean-shaven look.

Liz keeps saying that my head looks really small but I'm loving the fact that that I can feel my top lip again...