Friend of mine is getting married sometime this summer and I've somehow been chosen os one of the Groomsmen, Best men... whatever you call it. pardon my lack of wedding parlance but i've never been to a wedding all my life.
I always found an excuse not to go as a kid, and when i was a teenager, i didnt like churches anyway so I never went. Then when i grew up, anyone getting married that invited me i didnt really know.
I just dont fancy going to a friend's sisters wedding by trekking accross London, only to find out I dont really know anyone there and the person that invited me isnt really gonna pay any attention to me.
I'm also now one for making conversation with total strangers that obviously came as a group. Its just wrong. Anyway, so back on track. Moinjama is getting married sometime this summer and her boyfriend who i only know through her has requested i be one of those peeple thingeys that y'know... ah hell whatever.. you either know or you dont know.
Well I'm going to Manchester this weekend to get suited and err'thing so it's something to look forward to. To prepare for the wedding i'm also undertaking an experiment to actually CARE FOR THE WAY I LOOK for a few months.
I went out last weekend and got me shampoo, some hair cream and a whole lotta other grooming related stuff.
I'm gonna try not to shave my hair all off, let it grow, shave it all off (in that cycle) anymore. I'm actually gonna pay attention to it. Wash it, comb it, trim it etc.
I dont know how it'll turn out but just so you know, this is what I looked like a coupla weeks ago:
I'll put up another pic when i think there are any visible changes. Incidentally, the pic above was taken for av post i was gonna make two weeks ago that never happened. (Busy busy!!)
Well i'll tell you now. I'm underground looking like that when a man approaches me with the question "Are you muslim". Expecting to be tackled down any minute with shouts of "terrorist, insurgent!!" on mistakenly answering "yes"... i checked him out properly, as you do. Then said "No".
He touches his beard and goes... "Oh yeah, cos i thought.. y'know". He proceeds to inform me that he'd lost his wallet and was looking basically in a position where he has to beg for money to get home.
Stuck my hands in my pocket, what comes out? A £20 note. ha! Problem. He didnt look like he was gonna get drunk with it. Nor did he look like he was gonna do heroin with it.
At this stage i dunno what i was thinking but i handed to 20 over to him. I still dont understand it, but i think the guy used some Jedi mind tricks on me. I normally wouldnt give out even a tenner to someone just looking for money to get home. Its not like people in London arent giving. I just dont think it should all have come from me.
Maybe i was kindda miffed that he thought me worthy of being a "muslim brother" cos dude, the guy sought me out. All across the other end of the platform.
So well with my new grooming habits and the possiblity of my beard not gorwing past the stubble for a few days. Hopefully i wont be giving out 20s on the underground for a while yet.
Salaam Aleikum people.
Author: BrownAangel
Date/Time: April 27, 2005 6:15 PM
Yo Faffy.... so how is the grooming coming along. Do you now look less like a cave man and more like a british hunk?
Update... pictures...
i plan on surprising y'all
Ok I was gonna wait till the 21st...but couldn't make it.
Its been a few months... can we get an update on the acne, the zits, the neanderthalian facial hair and the general unkemptness??
p.s. I might be going to Ghana soon
You have real;ly changed!!!! Yoy used to look fresh like Nas man! what happened?
man, u make i laaf teey. which skuul u go for sikaman?
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