Poor Old Michael Finnegan

Something odd happened yesterday when I chucked a bucket of ice cold water over my head ... my whiskers shrunk!

I am afraid the death metal bassist beard is no more ... to be honest it was getting on my tits nerves ... I have no idea what happened but a lot of it fell out and I had the worse split ends ever!

So after the ice bucket I was always giving myself a hair cut (number 2 is the always the way forward guys if your losing it!), and I sat there and thought, nope it's got to go! And so it did ...

I haven't shaved it for about 18 months I think, maybe longer. It was a bit of fun .. and maybe I will grow it again sometime .. but for now, it's neat goatee time again!

Thank you for all the comments on yesterdays blip ... it hit the spotlight page, which I am quite chuffed about ... no idea when is the last time I managed that!

There once was a man named Michael Finnegan,
He grew whiskers on his chinnegan,
The wind came up and blew them in ag'in,
Poor old Michael Finnegan (begin ag'in)