This won't make much sense if you don't know what I look like.
I was installing a monitor for an honours student yesterday. He had long hair and a beard. He has obviously gone with the flow, because the note with which he claimed his little corner of the hons ghetto was still up, reading: “Jesus has claimed this computer”.
I commented in passing that once upon a time I had long hair to go with the beard I still wear, and once was bailed up by a complete stranger on the street, calling me Jesus.
“Yes,” he replies, “but that was fashionable then, in the ... sixties? seventies?”
!!!
Do I really look like I am in my mid-to-late fifties???
This evening I was relating this story to a workmate over drinks, and asked him how old I look. He guessed “29?”
Which is closer, at least.
But I'm still not shaving.
I commented in passing that once upon a time I had long hair to go with the beard I still wear, and once was bailed up by a complete stranger on the street, calling me Jesus.
“Yes,” he replies, “but that was fashionable then, in the ... sixties? seventies?”
!!!
Do I really look like I am in my mid-to-late fifties???
This evening I was relating this story to a workmate over drinks, and asked him how old I look. He guessed “29?”
Which is closer, at least.
But I'm still not shaving.