It was a strange day for people watching to be honest. There seemed to be a staggering quantity of people who looked or sounded 'familiar'. Faces that rang bells somewhere deep in my subconscious but for whose names I just couldn't pull out. Then I popped my head in the National Gallery and could have sworn this chap smirked at me... We definitely made eye contact...
Perhaps he was trying to tell me why he had shaved his beard off!
Later...
As a respectable writer, I thought some research might be called for. It turns out that I am about 12 months behind the times - beards are "so 2013 darling". In my defence, I do live in the boondocks where it takes a year or too for any trend to catch on, unless it's a new type of tracksuit of course...
The title of this post made me giggle. And you have the excuse of living in the boondocks, what's mine? I live in NYC and I didn't know. I must admit that I have noticed some rather interesting handle-bar mustaches these days...
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