Sorry For The Delays Folks - Blame DirectHex

There have been complaints at Freebeard central, located in the heartlands of Bradford, via Mogadishu ( and If that doesn’t get the boys from MI5 round here for a quick curry I don’t know what will – maybe they live in fear of mummy clipping them round the ear), we have received reports via the Directhex underground e-mail railroad (somewhere in South Africa) that certain female readers of FOAB have complained about the masculine bias of this blog.

I must admit I’m really sorry, but short of an accident at the hormone factory that results in the dumping of 100% concentrated estrogen in to the FB’s drink there’s very little change of the old point of view, and put that bloody pair of shears down Madame.

I must also apologize for the absence of FB writing for a few weeks. My resident tech guru and all round whiz has got himself a job in South Africa, where he is, no doubt, trying to negotiate the retrieval of his car headlights with some bored hyenas. Things like that happen to DirectHex. Some call it willful, some call it fate, but Directhex leads an interesting life. This is the man who travels through US airport security with a backpack containing enough technology to give Q wet dreams and then gets frustrated they DON’T search him. He’s planning his next trip with a fake beard, kafiya, and a “JIHAD” t-shirt. That kind of sums up Directhex.

So getting to the point – Mr D-Hex will a bit slow on the updates. Knowing him, he’s probably fixed up one hyena with a Bluetooth headset and got the other one e-mailing to relatives in the London Zoo.

Yes, I know. If he does a Crazyfrog we’ll have to kill him.