This is Dom. His is the Fuz that belies the Fez.
This is Bernard. His is to be called Big Pappa.
This is Garry. His is an individual.
This is Jake. His is a piece of gold.
This is Haydn “Baron Von Kreep” Jenkins. His is distinguished and wrote in with this: “G’day mate, great idea. I grew up on the Tweed, surfing Fingal, Snapper, Kirra and Greeny. So at 38 I started my cancer journey with a stage 4 melanoma on my upper arm, I survived but am now up to my 6th significant cancer advent, it spread to my throat, thyroid groin leg, face etc.. I’ve got another op coming up then I’m off to Germany for “dendritic cell therapy” sorta my last chance I suppose. I had a beard in some form since I was 20 so when I lost my beard due to the surgery/treatment I was devastated, it was weird I felt like I’d lost a huge part of myself, my identity, dramatic I know but it was how I felt, it was heavy, well this is my second beard of life, bit patchy but stoked I could still grow one. Mate what your doing is important, after my initial discovery, I had heaps of mates get checked, 4 had melanoma in the early stages, so I don’t know how many lives you gonna save mate, but thank fuck for that.”
This is Michael Winters. His wrote in to share this amazing story: “This tale is one of constant vigilance by me and my wife including regular six monthly check ups from my skin specialists. It started back in the 1980’s when the first piece of flesh was cut out of my neck and I then started to grow my hair over my collar to protect my neck from the sun. In 2002 a spot appeared on my back which my local GP said was nothing but my wife insisted I speak to my skin specialist and he removed it the following week. After receiving the test results he cut out more skin around the area to remove any trace of the level 3 melanoma. His advice was to cover up all the time so I started to grow my beard. Since then I have had carcinomas cut out of my left eyeball, the area near my left eye and the right lower eyelid. My brother, who lived on the Tweed Coast, was not as lucky – he had a melanoma removed from his leg but the surgeon did not get it all. After a period of four years he lost his battle with the cancer invading his body and organs and then he passed away – but he will not be forgotten. Do not hesitate to act now. Get yourself checked because if you delay you may pay the ultimate price.”
This is Harry and Matt. Theirs are Londony.
This is Alice’s Old Man. His is supplying everything from A to Zinc.
This is Santiago. His is nnnnnnnnzzzzzzzon the way.
This is Matthew. His is sharp.
This is Gio. His is only slightly concerned.
This is Lou. His is still on song.
This is Wallet’s mate. His is in the wind.
This is Wizard. His is watching the world go round.
This is Harry. His is on song.
This is Gilgamesh. His is 2/3 Human, 1/3 God.
This is Hugh. His is expanding horizons.
This is Garry Mince. His is off chops.
This is John, Luke, Derrick, Graham, Toby, Simon, Greg, Ian, Lommy, Pete, Billy, Chip, G-Bomb, Mike, Ben, Andrew, Geoff, Lani, Mitch and Josh. Theirs are made by hand.
This is Sporto. His is a Sunset Bar Aficionado.
This is Todd. His is Whistler fresh.
This is my mate Nick. His is young, but his just met the Hoff.
This is Costa. His is full of mischeif.
This is Old mate. His loves a picnic.
This is Dougy. His got some sense knocked into it.
This is Boof. His loves a jaunt.
This is Paul. His sister is hot.
This is a bloke on the left works with my brother. His dances best to Jimmy Ringo and the Doozies. Live.
This is Bullwinkle. His’ favorite drink is a shandy, with stout.
This is Dion. His loves Bondi.
This is Heath playing Ned. His is roused.
This is Simon. His got away from him.
This is Adam. His is just starting out so we thought we’d help him visualise.
This is Peter. His is evolution baby.
This is Joshua. His is legit.
This is Gerald. His is going.