Naked Ape? Yeah, right...

Last week I decided  to give myself an all-over trim after my morning shower. All you folks who were around for the first moon landing will know what I mean. I'm at an age now when sheep and I have something in common - we must be sheared regularly.
After what seemed a couple of hours and feeling a stone lighter, I emerged from the bathroom with an added spring to my step. I felt lean and mean and ready to don my speedos at the beach. No, seriously, that's a lie - I would rather go naked than wear speedos.

(For the benefit of the uninitiated, speedos are skimpy brief-like swim wear worn by old men who are past caring and pre-pubescent boys with as little to hide as said old men).

But it's not all bad news! I'm into recycling and am proud to announce my surplus shavings were sufficient to stuff two pillows and a king-size quilt. Woohoo!

This post takes me back to a previous one ,18 months ago, when I complained about the same thing.

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Naked Ape? Not me!

Why are we humans known as the 'Naked Apes'? Who ever came out with that saying should seek medical help. We humans are generally always covered up (excluding porn stars and fading celebs) and apes are not.

I am at a stage in life where I can't get naked, even if I want to! The problem is I've started sprouting hair from places that didn't have any before; that shouldn't have any as far as I am concerned. Why the hell is hair growing out of my nostrils, ears, back and butt cheeks (see my photo below)? All this new growth is weakening the thatch on top of my head !

 DON'T LAUGH ! You are all heading the same way.

:)