It all started one morning when the recent Christmas present Mo had given Nigel in the shape of a top of the range Remington razor, simply fell apart in Nigel’s hands, honest guv!
It was early July and we were nowhere near shops that sold food let alone electric razors. With no back up wet shaving gear on board either, a few days of the unshaven look (and feel) had to suffice.
Five days into the new growth it was decided to persevere and cultivate a new look (at least for Nigel) although many an old salt sports a lengthy sprouting.
Nigel soon discovered that growing a beard is a high maintenance activity. Whilst still in Italy he managed to find razors and shaving foam and thus equipped he sculpted a fine shaped beard .
It was in fact a very soft beard and quite a novelty, but as the beard established, so Nigel’s head of hair grew rather out of shape. He was missing our hairdresser friend Yvonne.
Beard and unruly hair is not a great combination and all sorts of nicknames started to be applied. Caveman, wild man from Borneo, were just two.
Three weeks later, what sealed the fate of the beard was its colour. Nigel was affronted and disappointed that the white in it far outweighed the sandy brown peppering.
A rough cut took place at an anchorage in Jaz bay, Budva, Montenegro, famous for the Rolling Stones having once performed a beach concert there, some long time ago. Nigel stopped to consider keeping a goatee, but Mo’s uncontainable shrieks of laughter urged Nigel on for a full removal.
We have Nigel back, now wet shaving and everyone is much happier. In Budva, a town famous for macho Russian male holidaymakers and model women, Nigel finally betrayed Yvonne and got a haircut. He came out of the salon looking fairly Russian having had to stop the hairdresser from using the razor too aggressively on the crown of his head.
Here he is now, supercool Nigel, 31st July 2013
Deja Vu 
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