Ah, The Roaring Forties! It looked like Jennifer had to keep a good grip on her beard to keep it in place. Perhaps she was laughing too much for the gum arabic to work.

I've maintained for some years that balding is the only sure sign of maturity and, while I'm working on it, I'm not quite there yet. I confess to singing the odd trad song but couldn't claim to be a real traditional singer. I like Guinness but will accept guineas and prefer to keep my eyes open although, like many box players, I tend to have a fixed expression when getting into tricky tunes that require great concentration (at whch I'm hopeless. My daughters were shocked at how long my hair used to be before I moved to where water-supply (and thus conservation) was a pressing issue (hence the Guinness). They were born here and don't (yet) like Guinness. Lucky me! Severe adolescence caused my beard to persist but I save at least 10 minutes a day by keeping it. The only singers I've heard speak the last lines of their (sung) songs are from Ireland, have learned in Ireland or wish you believe they have some connection with Ireland.