Sorry, Jackie, just a fear of shaving (is there a word for that?). OK, OK, I grew it on our honeymoon in 1964 and my wife and I kinda got used to it. My kids were always kidding me about my pre-marriage photos -- Hey, mum who's the cool dude with the beard? And it has nothing to do with one of my favourite movies, the Marx Bros' A night at the opera!
Isn't there a saying: "Hirsuteness is next to godliness"?