No I'm not ill already.

A parting shot from good friend and diamond mine owner, Hugh Coghill Smith Esq. was that this might be a once in a lifetime opportunity to grow a beard.

Now Hugs doesn't remember my goatee, a few photos of which tragically remain undestroyed, so he doesn't carry the scars that others do.

Basically, so the story goes one fine summer's day it turned ginger. This fact still scares me.

The experience of having facial hair on members of the opposite sex was interesting though. 95% of ladies hated it, and weren't inhibited about saying so. But the balance, as I say around one in twenty, were incredibly 'pro'. In one case, weirdly so.

So I have a bit of a dilemma...

P.S. No the photo has nothing to do with beards.