The World of Leonardo Morgado

I’m rather jealous of Brian Blessed. I’m quite open about it and I don’t feel that I’ve anything to be ashamed of in making such a disclosure. What am I jealous of I hear you ask? Well, it has nothing to do with his lovely booming voice or his ability to command a room with his sheer size and presence. I’m not even slightly envious about his acting success he has achieved through quality work in the theatre. What I’m really jealous of is his beard. You see dear reader, due to some genetic misfortune or perhaps dare I say even a hormonal imbalance I’m incapable of growing a full beard.

This affliction (and I do see it as an affliction) has tainted my life ever since puberty. When all my school friends began to shave or in some cases not bother shaving and show off their facial hair as moustaches or as rather impressive stubble I was left with wispish bits of fluff that I had to get rid of. It didn’t help that a lot of girls in school had better facial hair than me but that’s a different story to be told on a different day.

As I grew older I did try and make attempts at growing some kind of beard. Invariably it would end up as a rather pathetic looking thing. It would start off well enough. A bit of stubble on my face for the first day or two, forming of a goatee around my mouth and chin but then on the side of my face would then come what is best described as the scrapings of a rabbit’s bum fluff. It would be as this point that despair would set in and I would have to shave.

Now that I’m older, the hairiness of age hasn’t come as I expected it to but I’ve learn to live with it even though now when I do let it grow I do seem to have bits of ginger hair and where those come from I really have no idea. Another mystery to be solved.

Many people would probably say that a beard is not a good thing but I disagree wholeheartedly. There is nothing like a full, bushy beard to make a man truly a man. It says that here is a person ready for action. Ready to take on what the world has to offer and more importantly he can soak up soup in his bristles ready for consumption at a later date.

Some of the greatest and most influential people in history have had beards. Karl Marx, Sigmund Freud, Jesus and Archie Gemmell to name but a few.

Alas, it is something I can never have and perhaps that is why I’ll never achieve greatness.

Beards of Note.