Posted by Ursula on Wednesday, 7 May 2008
There are wonderful men and then there is Salmon Rushdie, Sir.
Why do I, occasionally, take a complete, if uninformed, dislike to someone?
He doesn’t help his cause by having grown a small beard which must take longer to groom into its neat little shape than if he just shaved. On the whole I don’t like beards – other than on men who live in the Alps, milk goats and are your grandfather.
A beard hides dead giveaways to a man’s character. The lower face equivalent to the guy whose soul seeks refuge behind a pair of dark shades, even after the sun has set.
Give me an open eye and a clean shaven chin any day.
U
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