WARNER’S CORNER
Dave Warner | STAR 102.7
A very hairy
Christmas
It’s interesting how the Ferris wheel
of facial hair turns. Australia in the
70’s and 80’s was a time when we as
a nation said enough is enough and
declared that having a hairy face was
no longer the domain of the Russian
Women’s Weightlifting team. If it was
good enough for Magnum P.I,
Catweazle and any porn star pool
cleaner worth his salt chlorinator
then by jingo it was good enough
for the entire Australian cricket
team. Walters, Walker, Hookes,
Marsh, Lillee and the Chappels
were all sporting the latest in soup
strainers - like a Rogain revolution
for the top lip. Take a look at today’s
baby faced line up, the only thing
that resembles a hair is the running
between the wickets.
If you had hair on your chest, you
were a man’s man. Buttons were
redundant. Look at the Solo Man, a
guy who could ‘slam it down fast’,
hairiest chest ever. As a kid I did
wonder whether Solo was to be
applied externally given the amount
of ‘light on the fizz’ that cascaded
out of the man’s mouth and onto his
chest in the TV ad. They were selling
masculinity in a can and I bought it.
On the music side of things it was
all big hair and stadium cock rock.
Bon Jovi, Def Leppard and Motley
Crue. Hair was so huge it was
almost illegal. (Warning: dad’s joke
approaching) Police actually combed
the area looking for evidence. Then
along comes the nude nuts Right
Said Fred to wreck everything
with ‘I’m Too Sexy’. They were so
bald you could see what they were
thinking. Suddenly no h