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Photo taken from  Murdock London.

I have a beard. I think that I have had a beard since the last century. Some time in the late 1990s, I grew a goatee and have had one ever since.

In all of that time, beard-husbandry was unknown to me. In the shower, I would massage in a little shampoo.

Length? I had a trimmer set to number two, and when the beard started to itch, I ran the trimmer over it.

There were occasions when I might risk a little experimentation with shape. Often these experiments were forced upon me by a slip of the hand, accidentally removing a section of beard.

Suddenly beards and their maintenance are quite the thing. On Tuesday the second of April a highly skilled professional from Murdock London is going to give me a whiskey and guide me through a complete beard consultation.

Then he will shape, trim and condition my facial hair to ensure that I might hold my head up in the hippest of company.

I have absolutely no doubt that I shall emerge from Murdock in Covent Garden laden with all of the essential beard grooming products that have been hitherto absent from my morning routine. I am prepared to bet that they will come in one of those high quality designer bags that used to be the preserve of Italian fashion labels.

In truth, I am quietly excited.

Should I risk a Musketeer’s flamboyant moustache?

Soup-catchers of which Hercule Poirot would be proud?

I wonder. Can you get beard extensions?

I shall let you all know….

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