My Beard


 
Photo of Ian Cugley in pensive mood (15k)
Big Beard (10K)
The future? (18K)
Me in a pensive mood, taken with  a monitor-mounted web camera, and thus about as bad a portrait as you could wish for.  Leaving aside the grotesque effect of an over-wide lens, it shows my most usual beard length
The way I would be if I had my druthers.  I really can't see the point of shaving or cutting your hair so long as it doesn't get in your eyes.  But I usually cave in to convention after a few months of looking like this,  shave most of the beard off and cut my hair a bit.
Trying to imagine what I'll look like when I get to be as old as I feel, I have superimposed my older brother's pate on my face and completed the process (now well advanced) of turning my beard white.
 


I have had a beard since I was 20.  It came off for a while so I could get a job at a private girls' school, but once it went back on (November 1967) it stayed there.  From time to time it gets rather fuller than the rather silly goatee-like style I usually adopt; invariably this is at times when my hair is long as well.  My usual practice is to cut my hair (or, rarely, have it cut) when it starts to seriously interfere with my vision, or when preparing for a job interview, visit to a royal palace, wedding or similar event. I have worn my hair in a plait (including on stage when I was briefly principal percussionist with the Tasmanian Symphony Orchestra), but I've never deliberately plaited my beard.

I have once (only) has a long beard with shorter hair, and noone recognised me. When my beard was last long, almost the whole of the bit I usually shave off was white.  Salt-and-pepper seems to be the current style.

To save updating this page in later life I have included a rough simulation of me at an even older age.



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