a reply to: Cloudbuster
Well, you know, its funny...
I think as I age, that these things are becoming harder to tell. Let me tell you why. When I was sixteen, over the course of approximately seventy
two hours, I grew my first beard. I had my first proper shave with the fancy shaver my father got me for my Birthday, which did a good job of getting
rid of the wispy nonsense that was there previously. Then, father dearest left the family, and took my fancy electric razor doodad with him. Being
unable to get into town, and also having no money, I could not replace it. During the next three days, a small, one assumes mammalian lifeform grew on
my face, or more accurately, my neck, just below the chin. It was a full on Neckbeard, and I was known as Neckbeard the pirate for many years, because
even when I did get a razor, it was a rare sight to see me with no face fluff.
However, this has had a very strange effect.
Myself, my brother in law, and our friend Oz, look TOTALLY different. My brother in law is taller and slimmer built, I am the middle height of the
three and the most solidly constructed, and Oz was shorter and extremely thin. Our faces are all different shapes as well. Despite this, the fact
that we all had long hair, and beards, meant that my own neighbours used to be unable to pick us apart unless we were all in the same place, at the
And the fact is, there are lots of us long haired nut bars, marching around and kicking some ass, to steal a line from Brutal Legend. To be
absolutely accurate we ARE legion. A friend of mine, who had never been to a metal festival before, came to the last one I attended. She told me that
she has never been in a place where it was so hard to tell me apart from everyone else in the venue!
Apparently, only long hairs can tell long hairs apart without difficulty. So if the dude has grown hair and a beard since, chances are we would be in
the same boat, and only recognisably differ in the arrangement of patches on our jackets lol!