Summary
THAT bloke Dorian Gray in the Oscar Wilde story got to keep the portrait of his decaying visage in the attic. It is the fate of journalists to suffer the continual update of the photo byline and have the ravages of time exposed in splodges of ink.
Having the above photie took was enough of an ordeal for the Buffer. Worse was that it coincided with being the subject of a hat- trick of comments of a pass-remarkable nature. The first was a young Italian chap who said: "Your face is red, but not from the sun." The second was a drunk woman in a Glasgow pub who said: "That's a nice short haircut you've had. It's a shame you didn't get the barber to trim those long hairs sprouting from your nostrils." The third was from another woman, entirely sober, who said: "Did you know your beard is like Archie Macpherson's hair? It grows in all different directions. Did you know, also, that you look like Captain Pugwash?" Sensing that I was not overly enjoying her analysis of the old phizog, she added that she was very fond of Captain Pugwash.See the full content of this document
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Time's Toll: From Lovely Boy to Captain Pugwash Lookalike . . .Buffer Zone
This last revelation did not increase the icy temperature of the encounter.
For the benefit of those who might feel inclined to pass a remark: I have noticed the red, verging on purple, hue of the Buffer facial features. Yes, it probably has more to do with serial consumption of alcohol than exposure to hot Mediterranean climes. I have also taken cog...See the full content of this document
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