Apparently every November of Her Majesty’s calendar year, men across the globe decide to sack up, grow hairy caterpillars acrost their upper lips, and er, celebrate the prostate. What’s that? Hold on….my wife, who grows a moustache year-round it must be told, just gave me a thumper in the ribs to tell me that some men do this yearly to raise awareness and money for the prostate. Er, that is, money for CHARITIES to help prevent general cancer of the male nether regions.
Men who do this are actually proud of it and like to plaster photos of themselves with various styles of scraggly stachios-in-progress with reckless abandon, hither and yon. So congrats to Valtter1, this fine-looking young chap whose gentle elan rather reminds me of a younger, unsullied me.
Congrats, my fellow brethren of Movember…go ye not hairless into the gentle night. But first, let it never be said that ol’ Baxter isn’t capable of positive change and a bit of a dust-off himself. I present to you….the me that is I: 2012 edition. Do you like my knees?
Make sure you post your photos to the Buyers’ Booth, because I might give you a fancy financial prize.
Mr Baxter ‘Superintendent of Spotting Good Pictorial Efforts’