Face Fungus 2

Well after two weeks of razor and trimmer free time I have once again just enough Face Fungus to have a play with. Now, before we go any further, I must first apologise for the facial expressions. I appears that pointing a camera at me makes my face go all nasty and stern looking. The only way to break this look is to do a massive smile and look like a complete idiot. No middle ground with me…

So here we have the raw face fungus. Untrimmed and totally untouched for almost exactly two weeks. It is no wonder that I got selected to be stopped at security by a man with body armour and a gun.

And today’s only real experiment was to trim back to a thin line. Not bad I feel but just not me. For one thing this is going to take more effort and precision to maintain than I can possibly muster. So no.

And so with a flick of the razor and a wrenching of the facial muscles I am left with a goatie rather lacking in length. It has been left to grow though and so we shall see if one day it can be turned into either a real goatie, a Fu Manchu or maybe a Frank Zappa. Who knows…

'Ere We Go Again, 2, 3, 4...

Sorry people but it's going to happen again. Not content with my previous beardy efforts, I have decided that there are a few more styles that need trying. For one, I didn't get a proper Frank Zappa set going. That has to be done. I'm going to need a little more time, since the styles that I'm going for include dangly bits, but not too long I hope. I know you're all dying to see them, after all.

So, any requests? check out my previous efforts first at Face Fungus and then let me know.

They’re After Me!

Back in March and April those of you that come back for regular updates on the sorry state of my life here in Amsterdam will know that I’ve been harassed since December by the road works out side my house. You’ll also know that not only have they been using bloody noisy jack hammers but they have been using them both day and night. Well, the works outside my house were due to finish at the end of May, just as I was due to return to England. However, I agreed to stay another three months and so they have very kindly agreed to keep the heavy machinery on a little longer. The pavement still isn’t finished but I have to say that most of the night time activity has stopped and the rest of it is just a little inconvenient.

But they have now decided that I need more incentive to leave and so the ROC School Amsterdam have decided to build some accommodation for foreign students. They have decided that the best place to build this is right outside my office window… Yes, that’s my windows in the redish building on the left of this photo. I sit just across from the corner window on the second floor. That is the large window, bottom right, above the light grey part of the building. They started by drilling large holes in the ground. Kinda like having a large, industrial mole in the garden. I’m guessing here, but I think that they must have drilled about 40, 50ft deep holes. Slightly annoying for a few days, but we can live with that kind of activity in the neighbourhood without due concern. Once the mole had left they then brought in the serious machinery. This next beast is the one that is going to fill the holes. But it’s not going to just pour concrete in or even bash poles into the ground as is common. No, this machine bashes a tube into the ground, fills the tube with concrete and reinforcing steel and then bashes the tube out of the ground again. I assume that the second set of bashing is either there just to annoy us or some pathetic reason such as ensuring that all the concrete settles into the hole. Who knows. Anyway, for those of you wishing to have a little sympathy for yours truly, this is what it does all day. And yes, we can feel the ground move.