Monday, April 17, 2006

Mouses, before the chop

The best part of four weeks on the road lay before us. An opportunity to try something new... so the plan was hatched. The competition was formed. The pact was made.

But one fell along the way. A brother in tache, cruelly snatched by the whims of the Sahara. Flown home with a broken collarbone. He was judged in absentia.

Bushiness and volume... ...James, aka 'The Wing Commander'.
Overall shape and appearance... ...Christian, aka 'President Assad'.
Blindfolded touch test... ...James, aka 'Fluffy Bunny'.

So James wins, 2-1-0 (Jerry, even with the sympathy vote, came last in each category... sorry, mate!). Congratulations!


At 8:34 AM, Blogger Tina said...

I don't think the moustache looks nice on you. You seem so different!! Like a well-educated sun of an emir probably...


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