So many faces

In an attempt to straighten my life out and get a bit more structure to it, I'm taking a self-portrait every day. This satisfies several needs: it feeds my narcissism, and it also allows both you and I to track the progress of my beard. After a few weeks we should be able to assess the optimum length for it for style, grace and economy.

On the subject of the beard, went to the Mandarin Oriental for a trim on Saturday. I was rather disconcerted by the over-voluble barber, a Chinese bloke called James Lee who kept laughing, compared my hair to a forest, and almost cut it all off before I told him I was only there for a beard trim. Then he kept on chuckling and got me to recline fully in the chair while he went at me. I kept my eyes shut throughout but it doesn't seem to have come out so bad, does it? But barbers should really have a serious demeanour - you don't want one who gives you an amusing haircut, do you?
(Incidentally, this gave me an idea for a joke about blurting out inappropriate things: I went to the barber, he said "I'll do it the way your mother'd like it", I said "What? ")
Had a sandwich, almost fainted on Queens Road, bought a dehumidifier. It doesn't get more glamourous than this, does it?
Here we are, post beard, with one day's growth:

That was taken with my new flash: here's the same without flash,

and with me trying to rescue it with post-processing...


And here's me today, about an hour before I wrote this, and just after I ran this