scruffy

No Pants, No Fire

If you say that you’ve not done one, most or all of the following - I’d say you’re a liar.

The past year has revealed our collective savage side. Days that slide by one after another, after the next - without showering. Lots of us had a personal best of days where soap and water did not touch our skin. This was surely following a record number of days we’d been wearing the same clothes. And forget about our hair. Mostly we’ve started to look like cave people. Our hair is UN-cut, UN-colored, and UN-washed. But facial hair is big. And by big I mean men are growing it with reckless abandon. Young, old - it doesn’t matter. They all look like some version of Grizzly Adams (dated myself there) or Santa Claus. In a word we’ve become scruffy.

It’s been an interesting experiment and it’s always fun to get a little ragged, but are we ready to clean up now? Doesn’t it sound good to get clean, smell nice, put on clothes that make you feel spiffy? Whilst being out, hanging with your people, listening to live music, drinking and eating sublimely.

Spring has sprung. Us too. Soon.