Having given it a miss last year due to worries I’d struggle to establish a new business even without a hairy top lip, I’ve signed up for Movember this year.
If you’re one of the few people not aware of it, the campaign raises money for male cancer charities by encouraging men around the world to grow a moustache, and be sponsored for the pleasure of it.
So over the next month you can chuckle, laugh, grimace or whatever else springs to mind when you see my horrific attempt at manly facial hair, but in return you have to donate some money here.
Obviously I’m hoping for something with the macho gravitas of a Reynolds, or even a Lynam. I’d hope for a Selleck, but settle for a Higgins.
Sadly, however, my previous experience in growing a moustache in 2009 means that I can’t expect to even manage a Chuckle Brother.
So to make up for the next 30 days of looking like a dishevelled 70′s drug dealer in a made-for-TV movie, I’m hoping you’ll donate something, here.
