But the Disciple was a lot more relaxed and approachable than the Master.
To get a chance of a quick selfie with Dubious Pubes, one had to queue and buy some merch.
The what? The colour? You want the colour back on?
No prob, there you go:
The what? The crowd?
They were lapping it. Both the gig and the opportunity to compare facial hair. A real BeardFest it was.
Perhaps not quite as enthusiastic…
Celebrate, the party’s over, I’m going home.
Yeah… on the night bus… (good old 7N)