Cometh the hour, cometh the mo

It’s almost that time of year when men everywhere will be wandering around looking like they’re going to a Chuckle Brothers convention. Yep, Movember is a comin’ and, after joining in for the first time last year and raising a humble but nonetheless pleasing £100 for male cancer charities, I will once again be joining the army of mo bros, as we’re known, and sporting some comedy facial hair.

Last year I went for the Mexican bandito/Machete look. It looked suitably daft, particularly in the first few days when it was barely discernible stubble, but that was one of my aims. This time round, I’m going to be rocking the d’Artagnan look so I hope I’ll tick both the daftness and fundraising boxes.

Last year’s effort
I wrote about the embarrassing part of my motivation for taking part last year, so if you want to know why I exposed myself to a man called Sergei, you better head over here.

Times are hard, so I’m not going to be one of those irritating people who constantly campaign for donations, but if you wish to do so you can donate to me or my team via my Mo Space page. I’ll be using said page to keep those who are interested up to date with my progress, so please feel free to head over and ridicule me.

Thanks for reading!


  1. Beta Mother

    Have just inspired my own mo-bro with your tash – he was thinking of going low key and just getting through the month of hirsuteyness but I think he may be tempted towards more a cash-raising statement now… cheers!

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