Beards

A couple of months ago, Mrs Zoo Keeper suggested I attempt to grow a beard.  I’m 42 years old at the time of writing, and have never managed much beyond a straggly goatee.  I’ve always experienced patchiness and itchiness, to such a point where the razor has had to come back out.  This time, we agreed that I should stick it out.  We researched beards, beard products and accessories (seriously, they’re out there), the growing of beards and how to help the itch.  I then set out on the mission to become a manlier man, and apparently beards are also fashionable right now.  I have always been an admirer of the beards of others, so this opportunity to join the bearded brethren was not to be missed. Continue reading “Beards”