Raising awareness of prostate cancer proves to be an itchy and ugly business.
When I was approached by those fine gentlemen at SCG Supplies to grow a moustache for the month of November to help raise awareness of prostate cancer, I didn’t think twice. My facial hair grows of its own accord, meaning that this campaign would require little or no effort from me whatsoever.
How wrong I was.
A mere nineteen days in and my top lip looks like a breeding ground for a uniquely ugly breed of ginger/grey caterpillar that seems intent on storing at least half of MY food intake in its folds and creases; my wife’s usual look of pity has become one on contempt; my children laugh…openly; and even the family dog seems to be keeping his distance. Furthermore, the ‘tache merely serves to underline the crookedness of my nose.
So with less than two weeks remaining on what has proved to be a traumatic campaign, please show your support here.
And if you have a spare shaving razor about the place that you won’t be using on 1 December, please let me know.
