It seems like just yesterday I was noticing with horror how grey my moustache had become while shaving in the morning. It was 11 months ago, when I was surveying the growth of a month old moustache. All in a good cause to publicise the Movember movement. A good cause which focuses attention and raises money for research into prostate cancer. This year it is also supporting mental health.
For the third year, I will be growing a moustache. Getting through that first week of bristly itchiness, scaring the cats and the dog, even the horses look sideways at me for the first week or two. Trying to ignore the smiles and sniggers from shop assistants, the outright laughter from friends. That’s one of the problems with being a baby boomer, despite very few grey hairs and a good growth on top of my head, if I don’t shave for a day, my face looks like it has just caught a light dusting of snow.
After a couple of weeks, the moustache takes on a life of its own. By then it has achieved a dense enough growth to make up for the absence of colour. It still looks incongruous, like a white strip under a dark mop.
Because it’s all in a good cause, I can take the laughter, smirks and sniggers. At least I can still grow a half decent moustache even if it is as pale as weak moonlight, unlike many of the younger generations and 99% of the women that I know!
Please help the cause and my Movember team the “Woodstock Whiskers” by going to the Movember website and making a donation. Every dollar helps. If you are a male, you might just benefit from the work of the movement yourself sometime in the future.
So that’s it for today, a blatant appeal for money.
Wishing you success and may you grow a masterpiece of a moustache if you are a male and be tolerant of your mustachioed mates if you are female.