Rob, please reassure me you never wore a hipsta beard and a top-knot?
Anyway, something more to your taste (and mine), from the line of people waiting to pay money to watch France play Iceland on a big TV...
The beard came and went - depending on mood - for a few years, and then about forty years ago it took on the form of a full, almost black permanent structure that needed a lot of upkeep. So, in an endeavour to save on both maintenance time and the daily visual angst of ever-encroaching grey, I tore away the sides and it has remained pretty much as in the picture ever since.
The ponytail came about when I lost my wife, because I refused to pay barbers twenty-whatever euros to cut a very few hairs, so I just tie them together and nobody notices. It's a practical impossibility to tie it anywhere near the top, Graham - it has to go low down at the neck.
I think the selfie was with a Vito B, a pretty little rf camera of the day, which my girlfriend helped me to buy - she got more pocket money. (I can't remember what Chris used - it was black and Japanes and suitably small, and had all sorts of funny tricks in its répertoire.) Perhaps I should have though of being a gigolo for a while. I certainly imagined I had the appetite. Instead, I just married her, which was a far brighter idea.
Clearly, no Dorian Grayesque deal has been struck!
Rob
P.S. Pity she ruined a perfectly good T-shirt with a dungaree top! The girl in your picture, I mean, not my wife. Nice picture.
P.P.S. This also illustrates something I learned only the other day: in the human animal, the ears and the nose never stop growing. Okay. I can't remember where this gem came form, but it strikes me as borne out by observation. If we lived long enough, we might be able to fly up to Heaven, much in the manner of Concorde, you could say. Time always defeats us.
