Grooming goes mainstream for Irish men
As a sprightly-eyed youth I was a lucky man. Freckles I had, but pimples, pucks and puss were a cross I didn’t bear, a by-product of sulking my free time away indoors with the curtains pulled.
And when my hormones made themselves known-via a personality transplant that was one part Noam Chomsky, one part ‘Leave Britney Alone”, they left my skin, for the most part, unblemished.
