Hello again beardsters,
You may have noticed on Day 4 that i have set up a justgiving web page where you can now sponsor me online...search for weirdybeardyman and you'll find me...so even those of you in foreign parts can now give a little.
I was disappointed that the web page weirdybeardy (i am weirdybeardyman) had already been taken on justgiving.com, especially when considering The Big C charity is based in the Norfolk area and not a national organisation. So, I did some investigating (of the web page i should of had) and found that this site belongs to a Mrs Brenda Gundall of Diss...and her beard is already twice the length of mine. She must of had a head start.
I had an enjoyable evening down the Golden Star last night....big up to Fairy Flissabelle, Princess Loving, Sarah, Dirty Jean and Kevin the Norwich fan. It was Performers night and there was a mix of bands and comedians. I'd like to make a special mention to Andy the comedian, whose set i enjoyed for all the wrong reasons...i've not heard the "my mother stood on the scales and the machine said one at a time" since 1984...it brought back some fond memories.
I also thoroughly enjoyed the Whispering Blue Rasperries and their 'alternative pornographic blues'..."Come on baby, lets have some fun, let me stick that sausage into your bun" is a lyric I am considering having tattoed on my forearm.
And I didn't get the name of the band (two blokes after the Rasperries) that covered Brittany Spears 'Toxic' with an acoustic guitar and a harmonica, but that was great. I missed the last three acts but it was a fun evening and a good crowd occupying the Star. It certainly beat ITV missing the only goal after two hours of Merseyside misery.
If you're passing the Golden Star, Norwich on the first Wednesday of the month stick your head in, the Performers night is a fantastic night out. If you are passing the Golden Star on a Friday at any point in the month, come in and buy me a pint.
I think i've written enough. Tonight I shall be dining from the fish and chip van in Hethersett and watching Hustle with a couple of bottles of cider...when in Norfolk....
take care
David
Thursday, 5 February 2009
Wednesday, 4 February 2009
Day 4 - Weirdy Beardy
Evening beard fans,
My friend Sarah has asked me to give some details as to what happened during Tennisgate that I mentioned in yesterday's entry (see Day 3 - Weirdy Beardy).
Well, Madame Football Head, who I discussed yesterday, is under the impression that her little 'Steven' (I've changed his name) is the next Tim Henman and that the best way for him to show the world his talent is to knock his tennis balls up and down our cul-de-sac with his goofy friends.
However, little Stevie has about as much hand to eye coordination as Stevie Wonder after a night in the Kings Head - the little fella can hit a ball anyway but straight and nine times out of ten would manage to hit the bodywork of my Citroen Berlingo. The only things Stevie has in common with Boris Becker is his ginger mop and the ability to ruin an otherwise enjoyable Sunday afternoon.
Anyway, during a particularly bad day on 'Court Cul-de-Sac' our budding tennis starlet managed to destroy our front flowerbed and perfect his Berlingo swing. So, I decided to meet his maker and approached his spherically challenged mother about his behaviour.
Things all got a bit nasty as the other mums and dads came out in force. My girlfriend and I were questioned as to why we haven't got kids...in a tone that suggested we were this century's Fred and Rosemary West and in return we gave footy face a few tips on parenting.
As an Australian once sung....everybody needs good neighbours.
We've not spoken to our neighbours since and we like it that way. Stevie has not made it to Wimbledon yet...and will probably never hit a ball on Centre Court unless I park my Berlingo on it.
Happy Days.
Ahem!
The total of sponsorship is now close to £200 (get in!). The Ocean pie is back with Davy Jones and tonight I am treating myself to sweet and sour chicken with rice. Later I am off to see The Clints play live with some chums in Norwich as I take my beard out on a social.
oh and you can now sponsor me at....
http://www.justgiving.com/weirdybeardyman
see you tomorrow
David
My friend Sarah has asked me to give some details as to what happened during Tennisgate that I mentioned in yesterday's entry (see Day 3 - Weirdy Beardy).
Well, Madame Football Head, who I discussed yesterday, is under the impression that her little 'Steven' (I've changed his name) is the next Tim Henman and that the best way for him to show the world his talent is to knock his tennis balls up and down our cul-de-sac with his goofy friends.
However, little Stevie has about as much hand to eye coordination as Stevie Wonder after a night in the Kings Head - the little fella can hit a ball anyway but straight and nine times out of ten would manage to hit the bodywork of my Citroen Berlingo. The only things Stevie has in common with Boris Becker is his ginger mop and the ability to ruin an otherwise enjoyable Sunday afternoon.
Anyway, during a particularly bad day on 'Court Cul-de-Sac' our budding tennis starlet managed to destroy our front flowerbed and perfect his Berlingo swing. So, I decided to meet his maker and approached his spherically challenged mother about his behaviour.
Things all got a bit nasty as the other mums and dads came out in force. My girlfriend and I were questioned as to why we haven't got kids...in a tone that suggested we were this century's Fred and Rosemary West and in return we gave footy face a few tips on parenting.
As an Australian once sung....everybody needs good neighbours.
We've not spoken to our neighbours since and we like it that way. Stevie has not made it to Wimbledon yet...and will probably never hit a ball on Centre Court unless I park my Berlingo on it.
Happy Days.
Ahem!
The total of sponsorship is now close to £200 (get in!). The Ocean pie is back with Davy Jones and tonight I am treating myself to sweet and sour chicken with rice. Later I am off to see The Clints play live with some chums in Norwich as I take my beard out on a social.
oh and you can now sponsor me at....
http://www.justgiving.com/weirdybeardyman
see you tomorrow
David
Tuesday, 3 February 2009
Day 3 - Weirdy Beardy
I've had a couple of people emailing asking for photos of the beard so far....sadly, I'm about as technical as a fish so I had a think about it and I reckon it's pretty similar to the one Jean Reno from the film Leon wore...minus his Harry Potter glasses...
http://www.imdb.com/media/rm4182678272/nm0000606
This got me to thinking about what a great film Leon was and then to who I would like to assassinate...don't worry, if you're reading this you weren't on the list...If, and I mean if, I was given the opportunity to murder some of the people I strongly dislike then i wouldn't have to go far...my neighbours are only just outside my front door.
Some you know the ongoing love I have for the fellow residents of my cul-de-sac following the infamous Tennisgate incident in the summer of 2008 and are aware just how much I would love them to join the worms under our patio. I have gained a little pleasure since July 2008 by giving them all nicknames...the crazy haired woman next door is now known as 'Big Wig', and the fat lady with the spherical noggin formerly known as Lesley is now better known as 'Football Head' and so it goes on.
As I munched on my Tesco Ocean Pie (the sea really is the world's toilet) and peas this evening I laughed at my funny named neighbours but then my unrelenting paranoia kicked in as I realised I am probably no longer "That tosser at number 4" but now "That bearded tosser at number 4"..Damn! I've given them a stick to beat me with...the beardist bastards.
Hah well there are other reasons to be cheerful...I did a quick calculation and the total raised so far for The Big C prostate cancer appeal is currently £140....thank you again to all those who have contributed. I am tempted to display the names of those who haven't on Facebook but that would be mean....maybe in time....tick tock tick tock!
I'm off to the gym now and will find out exactly how much this furry face itches...and maybe I'll check out some sniper spots on the roof later.....Ocean pie and bottom permitting.
David
http://www.imdb.com/media/rm4182678272/nm0000606
This got me to thinking about what a great film Leon was and then to who I would like to assassinate...don't worry, if you're reading this you weren't on the list...If, and I mean if, I was given the opportunity to murder some of the people I strongly dislike then i wouldn't have to go far...my neighbours are only just outside my front door.
Some you know the ongoing love I have for the fellow residents of my cul-de-sac following the infamous Tennisgate incident in the summer of 2008 and are aware just how much I would love them to join the worms under our patio. I have gained a little pleasure since July 2008 by giving them all nicknames...the crazy haired woman next door is now known as 'Big Wig', and the fat lady with the spherical noggin formerly known as Lesley is now better known as 'Football Head' and so it goes on.
As I munched on my Tesco Ocean Pie (the sea really is the world's toilet) and peas this evening I laughed at my funny named neighbours but then my unrelenting paranoia kicked in as I realised I am probably no longer "That tosser at number 4" but now "That bearded tosser at number 4"..Damn! I've given them a stick to beat me with...the beardist bastards.
Hah well there are other reasons to be cheerful...I did a quick calculation and the total raised so far for The Big C prostate cancer appeal is currently £140....thank you again to all those who have contributed. I am tempted to display the names of those who haven't on Facebook but that would be mean....maybe in time....tick tock tick tock!
I'm off to the gym now and will find out exactly how much this furry face itches...and maybe I'll check out some sniper spots on the roof later.....Ocean pie and bottom permitting.
David
Day 2 - Weirdy Beardy
A quiet day on the beard growing front...what with all that snow bringing everything but the hairs on my face to a standstill.
I have, however, noticed there are a scarily large number of grey hairs appearing from the chin area of my beard. Nothing ginger as yet.
I would like to take this opportunity to withdraw my comment that beards are for losers...having been sponsored by a couple of fellow bearders I have seen that they are a lovely group....so thank you beard brothers.
I'm realising that having a beard makes you part of a group, a collection of people with the same dream and I am now beginning to get the urge to wear a thick woolly jumper and sit on a barstool playing the guitar.
Strange.
I have, however, noticed there are a scarily large number of grey hairs appearing from the chin area of my beard. Nothing ginger as yet.
I would like to take this opportunity to withdraw my comment that beards are for losers...having been sponsored by a couple of fellow bearders I have seen that they are a lovely group....so thank you beard brothers.
I'm realising that having a beard makes you part of a group, a collection of people with the same dream and I am now beginning to get the urge to wear a thick woolly jumper and sit on a barstool playing the guitar.
Strange.
Sunday, 1 February 2009
Day 1 - Weirdy Beardy
Like most of the more challenging decisions in my life, my choice of growing a beard was fuelled by alcohol. I had been searching the EDP (a local paper) website trying to find out what had happened at the Queens Head pub in Hethersett - there had been four police cars and an ambulance turn up for Sunday lunch. During my search I found the article for The Big C fundraiser and before you could say "beards are for losers" I had emailed for an application pack and downed a whole bottle of cabernet sauvignon....these things happen in Hethersett.
The application pack arrived the following day with a booklet showing just how much they need financial support, plus a sponsorship form and a poster of different styles of beards that made me feel a little uneasy. Beards really are for losers.
I started contacting family and friends for sponsorship. One of my friends, Amanda, emailed me wishing me luck but added that with glasses and a forthcoming beard, I had better be well-endowed or ready to be single again. I immediately tried to think of good looking guys with beards...this is like trying to think of people you would invite to a party called Osama.
On the whole, i think beards are worn by people who need a good smack in their furry chops...Noel Edmonds, Brian Blessed, George Michael and Rolf Harris to name but a few. Then again, some of my favourite people have had beards...Santa Claus, Kenny Everitt, The Twits and ZZ Top. Maybe, it's the man, not the beard. I shall have to wear it well.
I have started to collect sponsors and I think the total is about £65 at the moment...thank you to all those who have contributed so far.
Today is the first day of not shaving...I never normally shave on a Sunday so this is nothing new to me, but tomorrow is another day and a little more growth. I've never gone more than 3 days without shaving and the idea of having a beard really scares me. Cancer scares me even more so it's going to be 28 days of face fuzz for me and amusement for those around me.
There will be pictures posted on here in due course, so the amusement won't be limited to Norwich.
Thanks again for your support to date.
David
The application pack arrived the following day with a booklet showing just how much they need financial support, plus a sponsorship form and a poster of different styles of beards that made me feel a little uneasy. Beards really are for losers.
I started contacting family and friends for sponsorship. One of my friends, Amanda, emailed me wishing me luck but added that with glasses and a forthcoming beard, I had better be well-endowed or ready to be single again. I immediately tried to think of good looking guys with beards...this is like trying to think of people you would invite to a party called Osama.
On the whole, i think beards are worn by people who need a good smack in their furry chops...Noel Edmonds, Brian Blessed, George Michael and Rolf Harris to name but a few. Then again, some of my favourite people have had beards...Santa Claus, Kenny Everitt, The Twits and ZZ Top. Maybe, it's the man, not the beard. I shall have to wear it well.
I have started to collect sponsors and I think the total is about £65 at the moment...thank you to all those who have contributed so far.
Today is the first day of not shaving...I never normally shave on a Sunday so this is nothing new to me, but tomorrow is another day and a little more growth. I've never gone more than 3 days without shaving and the idea of having a beard really scares me. Cancer scares me even more so it's going to be 28 days of face fuzz for me and amusement for those around me.
There will be pictures posted on here in due course, so the amusement won't be limited to Norwich.
Thanks again for your support to date.
David
Tuesday, 11 March 2008
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