and further observations ref the female of the species…..
Hirsute lips and chin won’t put some of us old duffers off
and ladies will NEVER stop worrying about their hair.

And Muzza, here are a few thoughts of my own on the subject of HAIR – I sing it to the tune of Brian O’Lynn but you can use plenty of others if you prefer.

BAD HAIR SONG

Now this little song it is all about hair
And when, to grow on us, it doesn’t know where
And many’s the time I’ve been heard to declare
I really don’t know what to do with my hair!

A baby may start out as bald as a coot
Though with hair or without it, a baby is cute
And besides, you don’t think about hair when you’re little
You worry about it not a jot or a tittle

When you’re a teenager, the hormones run races
And hair will appear in most interesting places
But your crowning glory seems never quite right
Though you lavish care on it by day and by night

And you menfolk will find that, as year passes year
The hairs on your head will grow fewer and fewer
Though the hair’s disappearing fast from your head
It’s growing strongly in ears and in nostrils instead

Now ladies, beware when you wish for strong hair
You’ll be well advised to specify where
For although the hair on your head may be thin
It’s now sprouting with vigour on lip and on chin

And now to conclude and to finish my song
I wonder how long can the struggle go on
When I’m ancient and feeble, will I no longer care
Or worry about what to do with my hair?

Anyone would think I have nothing better to do!