On entering the service lift this morning, I met an Islamist on his way back to work from the new "multi-faith" prayer-room.
I caught him in the act of "primping" his beard in the mirror, and thus manifesting what appeared to be the sin of pride, although it was, I admit, a magnificent beard; raven black, generous in length and with a lustre to die for.
Although strangers, we nodded in courtesy to each other, and then, as a bearded man myself, I ventured the following;
"Do you," I enquired "suffer from beard dandruff?"
(I confess that I myself have recently had reason to be embarrassed by discovering a dusting upon a my shirt-front following a failed attempt to impress an attractive woman.)
"No" he replied with assurance "I shampoo it in Head & Shoulders"
I tacitly nodded my appreciation, and pondered upon the wisdom that he had imparted.
You don't get that sort of thing from a Church of England education.
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