I HAIR TODAY GONE TOMORROW I I


t started out as a bit of a joke. After a few days of not shaving ,I began to get ribbed


by Janet and the grandchildren about my scruffy old beard . They kept asking me if I was growing one ,all the time trying not to laugh, so I said yes and started to 'shape' my somewhat sparse facial hair. After almost a week if you looked really close you might just about make out something at the bottom of my face.


f you were more than a foot away-ZILCH.


decided I would attend


club to see what reaction I would get. Guess what? Hardly anybody noticed or if they did they were too polite to say any- thing. That is all except our Pub- lisher who thrust his camera into my face and uttered those immortal words of the feared Paparazzi-'GOTCHA'


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s you can see, only a close-up does it any justice, so that night it went the way of


all bad beards, down the drain!


t took another week before any members of the family noticed it was gone!


don't think I'll bother again.


Raffle Cadet


In a frantic bid for power our Editor tried out for the position of raffle ticket folder. The position is currently held by Tony Barber. The margin between success and failure is so fine that under the gaze and constant goading of the 'Raffle Meister' Ken King, our gallant editor failed and was immediately demoted to JVP.


It will be a long time before 'Fingers Barber' is toppled.


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