Way back in 1999, I moved to Canada for a year. Ottawa got down to -30℃ – so I grew my hair to prevent my ears snapping off in the cold. And then I kept growing it. Very occasionally I’d go to a barber for a trim, but I hated the experience. I’m not good…
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I’ve never been good at growing facial hair. When I was at university, I tried growing a beard for a play I was in. The play was a resounding success – my beard was not. Thin, straggly, patchy, and itchy. At the aftershow party, I put the beard’s fate to a vote. All the men…
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