Beard Update

Me and my beard the day before I cut it off.

When the coronavirus lockdown started, I decided to look upon the long period of decreased social interaction as an opportunity to do something I hate doing. For the first time in 8 years, I would fully shave my face.

In normal times, when someone is shaving a well-established beard like mine off, they do it for charity. It’s good craic when they do it in a pub - as excuses for a piss-up goes, a charity benefit is on the more wholesome side of the spectrum. This avenue was, unfortunately for me and everyone else, not open to us.

Live streamed gigs were all over my newsfeed around that time. The Mary Wallopers had done one, and it was great craic. So had PX Music. Even a few comedians - the hoors - were getting in on the action. That gave me the idea to live stream my own shearing. I had fun doing it, and people told me it was funny, but I haven’t watched it back. The embarrassment half-life of the thing is far too long for that just yet.

The day after the shear.

I asked people who wanted to to donate to Milford Hospice. To my surprise, and delight, absolutely loads of people did. An iDonate page I set up raised over €1700, and with some people donating through this link, the event raised over two thousand euro. I’m glad it did. My mother used to work as a homecare nurse for Milford hospice, so I always wanted to do something to support them.

A month after the buzz.

So here’s the 7 week update. My aunts and uncles all want me to keep it this length. I don’t know what length I want it to be in the future. I’ll probably keep it a good bit shorter than it was in the first picture - I really only let it grow that long to see how it felt (it felt great). I’ll trim it if I want to, if not, I’ll keep growing it. I won’t think about it too much. But I won’t go clean-shaven again, for a long time anyway. Not until I think I can squeeze a few more pound out of ye.

My current idiot face.

Talk to ye later.