With the 'stache at its all time longest I have started to ponder on whether keeping the tash may or may not be a good idea. It's starting to grow on me, both literally and figuratively speaking. It is even growing on Aerospace girlfriend and she kept pawing at it trying to see if it would twiddle 'Dali' style. I could see myself as a facial gardener, although rewind to a couple of days ago and I was literally rubbing my face on Velcro, combs, fingers, forks and Aerospace girlfriend's dog. Okay, the last one was a small fib, but I would have had he stayed still long enough. Plus the constant rubbing and stress from Uni has made my face hate me, and my skin has developed a dryness only matched by the Sahara desert. Luckily the mighty facial topiary masks the hideousness of the face. In fact every day in uni people comment on how it is a 'proper moustache'. Not sure what qualifies it as a proper moustache, although I am 100% sure it involves a hairy lip I am less sure of the other things. Anyway here it is, judge for yourselves.
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I can also comment on one small observation I noticed two or three days after I started to grow the moustache, in which I was no longer getting asked my age when buying booze. Usually I would have to have my passport with me as people didn't believe I was thirty one and once even though I had the passport, I was refused. This particular human being, and I use the term lightly, asked me for ID. I handed it over and had the pleasure of watching him struggle to compare me to my photograph. Why was he struggling? Well my passport has a photograph of me with a black mohawk hairstyle, and yet when I stood in front of him I had it dyed orange. Cue him calling his manager, and me questioning his parentage. I might call into Lidl tomorrow and see if the appearance of a moustache and normal hair will confuse him even more? Anyway I digress, my original point was that since I have started growing a tash I haven't been ID'd once. Nor have I been subjected to the scrutinising stares of the bored old women behind the tills who think all underage teenagers disguise the fact they are buying booze by cleverly hiding it amongst a trolley full of shopping.
I am often asked when am I going to update my blog. Well I'm sorry but one of the difficulties of being a boffin doing an engineering course at Uni is that some tutors have no concept of undergraduates needing sleep. This means I have no time to tell you all about my latest moans or the time I accidentally went dogging, (true story). I will tell you that I have come to the conclusion that once you're born a nerd you're always a nerd. I realised this while watching penguins. Yes you read that right, penguins. Instead of cooing at their comical walks or underwater aerobatics, I was watching the wing tip vortices's they create as they swim and thinking ''I wonder if I can apply lifting line theory and vortical lift equations to a penguin? I wonder what the lift curve slope of a penguin is?'' If you have some degree of normality then none of that should make any sense, if you understand what I am saying then you have my sympathy. But for everybody else I can only describe it as leaving the world of the muggles and going into Hogwarts. Once you know this stuff your brain cant switch off.
