From David Cope
Infuriated some years back by the wilful refusal of a computer printer to
live up to its name and actually print, even after hours of messing about with
printer drivers, I found myself in our bathroom in a state of rage unlike any I
had ever experienced. I took one look in the mirror, seized my razor and
instantly shaved off my 23-year-old moustache, as the only way of abating my
temper.
Friends later told me the change made me look much younger—a small
compensation.
London
