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I recently posted on twitter that beards seem to be really rather cool at the moment. I modestly pointed out that, for the second time in my life, I was ahead of this current wave of fashion (The first, in case you were interested, was Donkey Jackets in the late 80s. Damn, I'm smooth.)

Mind you, if it makes me look even faintly like the bum-fluff-featured monobrowed headcase featured above (apparently trying to have a conversation with a snowball), then I'm going to shave it off immediately. Oh hang on - no, it clearly doesn't, as I can actually GROW A PROPER BEARD.

Anyway, hirsute arguments notwithstanding, Ferrari and Ducati joined forces again recently for their annual poncing-about-in-the-snow junket in the Italian Dolomites, during which they frolic in the snow whilst the unwashed legions of the press try to get a funny picture.

Er... that's about it really. That's all it seems to be for. So, without further ado, here's Fergrumpo making a tit of himself again....


See? See?! Even fire doesn't like him...

Damn, it feel good to have a good rant.

(Through the wow and flutter - you don't get that with your MP3's, do you kiddies? - would appear to be the "Essential Dance" collection from 2001. Hang on... did I buy this?!)

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