Monday: There’s something special about a man with a white beard. Think Dumbledore, Gandalf, Darwin, Marx, God and of course good old Santa Claus himself. White Beards imply goodness, wisdom and magic. What’s better than that?
Tuesday: What started as an average Sunday afternoon turned into hirsute heaven when I was invited along to the monthly meeting of the British Beard Club. Led by Honorary Pres. David, this group of beautifully bearded men hosted a charming afternoon in the Queens Head Pub in Kings X.
Wednesday: No Words, Just Beard
Thursday: Jaga Jazzist , one of the most exciting and original bands I have heard in recent years, are playing at the Village Underground in Hackney tomorrow night, Friday 25th October. Needless to say the majority of the band sport magnificent Nordic beards. That sight alone will be worth the trip, let alone the fantastic music.
And in other Beard related news this week:
ZZ Top This: The bearded rockers from ZZ Top are rooting on the scruffy Red Sox in the World Series Read more here
From Beantown to Beardtown: Stick with any style long enough, and it’s bound to come back. I wanted a beard before it was biologically possible, and have let mine grow, most of the time, since I was a teen-ager, in the nineteen-seventies. But I’ve been a Mets fan even longer—therefore, by baseball’s implacable logic, also a Red Sox fan (the enemy of my enemy)—which is why I take special delight in Boston’s championship drive. Continue reading the New Yorker article here