It’s only a few hours before men with moustaches reach for the razor and expose their upper lips to the big wide world again.
Movember is a really great cause, raising money for Prostate cancer. But a man with a tache has never made my cake crumble. Firstly, it’s food anxiety. Sitting opposite Mr Hairy on a first date, wondering what morsel of food will get trapped, like a Chilean miner, buried for days with no hope of escape.
Secondly, I don’t like bristles with my snog. If I wanted to lick a brush I’d go to B&Q.
Finally, it takes one helluva geezer to carry off a moustache. Even Robert Redford (faints) couldn’t do it in Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. Oh mo…