My man has a neon pink beard. He and his beard are taking me out for New Years Eve revelry tonight. I will be wearing a stunning full length, gold sequin, sexy gown with gorgeous gold shoes and my hubby will be wearing ….well, lets be honest, who the heck is going to notice what he’s wearing? the dude looks like he has a muppet stapled to his face!
My fella saw an advertisement in work back in November calling for men to grow a beard for Decemberbeard; a spin off from Movember. The disappearance of 50% of his face behind a beard would be documented and in return, friends and family would donate to the Bowel Cancer charity. Knowing his friends and army buddies would need a bit more incentive to donate, my man promised that should he reach £1000 within the December deadline, he would dye his beard neon pink and wear it like that to work all week.
You have probably guessed by now, that the opportunity to see their sqaddie-mate humiliated publicly was too good to pass up. The donations were coming in thicker and faster than his facial growth. I knew my dude was both chuffed and horrified at the same time. I was so proud of him for resolutely promoting his endeavour, despite him really, really not wanting to be pink in public. Yes, I was very proud, but I also have the same sense of humour as his army buddies and there was one more surprise that he was blissfully unaware of, until Christmas morning.
It’s at this point I need to tell you what my fella does for a living. He teaches the butch stuff; as in fire safety, violence & aggression, personal security and… Health and Safety. So when the kids and I spotted a Christmas jumper in New Look which had an elf’s body and the words Elf & Safety on it, we just had to get it for him. Devious as ever, I put the Christmas label on it and signed it from the kids. It is the rule of all parents, if the kids get you something then you MUST love it and if they get you clothing, then you MUST wear it. Its the universal Dad rule!!
|During & more worried than he will admit|
Well, can you believe it? He hasn’t taken that jumper off all week! Pink beardy face on an elf’s body. He happily plodded round work, visited the in-laws, took me to the cinema and did a charity bucket collection outside B&Q. The oddest part is though, that nobody seemed to give a monkeys! There has been no pointing, staring, laughing, crying kids…nothin! How boring is that? What more does it take to look a bit bonkers? The complete acceptance / nonchalance of our locals was impressive! Not since living in London have I seen such utter immunity to the weird looking people. Have to say, I think its fab! Keep it up peeps. There’s room for all sorts in this world….but my man has proved his point now so, where’s the soap?