Lookin' good.

Those who know me, know me as a generally civilized man who nevertheless is not famous for dressing neatly, and who views shaving as some kind of illuminati plot, and avoids the practice as a matter of course.

Regardez, then, the one time when I have been better dressed than I ever shall be again.


I was in the wedding party for a bloke who is like a brother, and he honoured me by asking me if I'd be in the wedding party. I obliged, and was lucky to have a front row seat when the good man married a good woman in sight of the gods, perched on a cliff with an awesome view of the South Shore of Nova Scotia.

Figured no one would believe I could look that civilized, so here's pictographic evidence. Enjoy.