The passing of my third full decade in existence has brought with it a few standard observations:
- Hair growth. While disappearing from my crown (as evident from recent high-angle photographs) my capacity for beard growth seems to have finally increased to the point whereby I actually need to consider shaving more than once a week. It seems that life not only begins at forty, but for some of us – beards also.
- Hair colour. To dye or not to dye, that is the question. Whether it is nobler to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous, but fair observation, by those younger than myself, or to wash-in as doth the stars of screen and stage, unshape me.
- Scrotum. A lower left testicle there maybe but the length of extension on both sides is now cause for concern. My knees now do not seem so far away.
Well, maybe that last one’s not standard?