Excuse me waiter, but there is a hair in my soup...

I think it was the huge tusks of facial hair that first alerted me to the fact that this was not going to be a normal daytrip to Brighton. In fact, such was the wide variety and large volume of face craft on display, that I feared that I had inadvertently wandered onto the set of an English period-drama.

After a few inquiries, I found out that Brighton was hosting the World Beard & Moustache Championships 2007. These were the elite competitors in their specialised fields - and like prize-winning budgies they stood proudly in front of shop windows to admire their own reflections.

My sparse sideburns were but a futile gesture when compared to their hirsute exclaimation marks...

http://blogs.guardian.co.uk/news/archives/2007/08/31/top_taches.html