Ben 2.

by whatkatieblogs

Name: Ben. Or David. Or Geezer. 
(Beard) Age: 2 weeks. I was formerly an ape.
Do you miss your chin? No, we didn’t get on. He was always hitting me and we could barely live together. This is the only way we can put up with one another. 
Beard grooming routine: Don’t touch it. Otherwise you end up looking too coiffed. 

Now Ben isn’t really doing the old ‘never trust a bearded man’ thing too many favours what with having three aliases. However! I met him and can vouch for the fact that each and every one of his personalities is honorable and worthy of trust. Better still is that Ben had imbibed a couple of drinks and was having a lovely bouncy time dancing around the bar we found ourselves in.

Ben lives in Perth, but originates from Somerset; for those of you who don’t know Somerset, it’s essentially the hairy-faced motherland of the beard. This grower doesn’t just create things from his face, he’s also a chef and is opening a sort of gastro Brit-cuisine restaurant in Perth called Stables (unfortunate name choice for British food at the moment, but that will all blow over soon I’m sure..). I reckon you should go if you’re in town. Mainly because I bossily grabbed Ben’s noted menu and made him add jam roly poly to the desserts. Apparently it’s staying.