Tactics have changed for this year’s Movember. I shan’t be growing a huge beard and then sporting an entirely ridiculous mo for the final week or so.
Instead I’ll be carefully crafting a mo for the whole of Movember, one which has already graced the face of a young man many moons ago.
So this is what I’m aiming for – my dad circa 1977 in his dossy student years. Just look at that tache as it nonchalantly graces his upper lip, extending just beyond the corners of his mouth and divided neatly by his philtrum. What a mo.
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