I was always a bit suspicious of beards and have spent most of my life clean shaven.
Perhaps it was my old man's adage "never trust a chap who doesn't drink, smoke or shave". Jolly odd coves, beardies - probably trying to hide something.
Anyway since slipping out of the enslavement of salaried employment and into the real world work of self-employment I've been quite happy to remain unshaven and pleased not to spend 10 minutes a day scraping away at my face with a razor.
However last week my brother came over to join me on a 35 mile bike ride and, when he wasn't taking the piss because I wasn't flaunting my muscular body in tight fitting lycra, started waiving his digital camera around during the the ride. Now he's sent me the vid and I've realised I've turned into ..... Frank Beard!