Magic People...

I'm really loving this weather at the moment. BRING ON THE RAIN! It's great and it's wonderful. It means that I don't have to hang out at the centre at 8:30 at night watering the turf and it means that all that effort I went to won't be wasted. I hope. We've still got to watch out for lawn grubs, but I reckon I can take them.
It's Friday afternoon, and I'm home. It's been a pretty big week and I've got a feeling that it's going to be a pretty big weekend. Big Day Out. I can't wait. I don't know who I really want to see yet, but I know that at around 3 in the afternoon I'm going to look at my watch and think, "Holy moly! I've already been drunk twice today, am now hungover, can't face food but need to eat, want to stop smoking but can't. I need to hide from the sun for a while. I need to sit down for a while...but I really want to see (insert band name here). Oh well, time for one of these ones!" I always forget what a long and draining day it is. Towards the end of the night even the straight edgers are looking like zombies, so you can only imagine how bad the ones affected by drink and drugs look. It's a real eye opener.
After having a pretty continuous beard for about a year I'd forgotten how hard it is to maintain a smooth face. Did you know that you need to shave that shit like almost every single day? It sucks! And it hurts! And I keep getting all these pissy little ingrown hairs which get infected and turn into pissy little zits! At least with a beard you can hide that sort of stuff. And my mouth is still tiny. So far, the only real advantage I have found is when you eat a cottage pie you aren't wiping bits of mashed potato off your lip 2 hours later. I'm still not entirely sure whether this is a plus or not. So basically, I think that unless the situation improves fairly rapidly, the beard is coming back. I can handle looking like a 30 year old who's on the run and looks decidedly dodgy. What was I even on the run from? Ooh! The Mystery! Like a biker from out of town!