Hair trimmer, with no guard, all over the head and face every week or two. Gave up with the faff and blood loss of wet shaving years ago. Standard electric dry shavers always struggled with my stubble for some reason - plucking.
06:25, some knob ‘ed having a chat to his tart on the phone via speaker - because everyone wants to know the prosaic in’s and out’s of you morning and plans for the day you boring selfish scruff.
Commuting via the train is so trying.
When you’re sat at a T junction and people turning in decide to cut the corner when you’re sat there and then look at you like you’re in the wrong.
Cheers, didn’t want the front of my car anyway.
We finished reasonably last season with an ageing injury prone squad, after the recent cull of the old and infirm care needs to be taken to fill the gaps.We are slowly getting it right,hopefully!
First pint was Norseman lager from Vaux,scared to blink in the morning incase you shat yourself. Last pint on Friday was Madri,decent but Peroni or St Miguel usually tiks the box.