Ginger Beard

girls, eh?

Well, once again, my time available to put anything here has been hijacked so that George could read her email (OK, it is her birthday email…).

Sometimes I am just too nice. (I bet she wouldn’t agree, though!)

this ones for you, jonathan

But I couldn’t leave you without making a small ass of myself.

George won’t let me shave at the weekends – apparently I look nicer as a down-and-out scruffbag (which is scary enough as it is) – but what is worse is that I have discovered that my beard would actually come out half-ginger.

AAaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhhhhh. I have ginner-blood in me.

(Jonathan – sorry for taking the piss for all those years…)

See ya, kids!