It must be baking in London at the moment - although I'm sheltering indoors out of the sunshine, the heat has forced me to break my week of grooming-lethargy, with a much-needed shave. Also, the fact that my blossoming white-flecked beard made me look like Harrison Ford at his roughest in the Fugitive was pretty good reason to shave. The webcam in my mirror provided this shot:
(I look scarily similar there to old Harrison, plenty of photos of which can be found here, ladies.)
Gah, it's come to this - I'm blogging about having a shave, and providing public-service links for sexually-frustrated females.