Day 7: Mo down under

Here’s another photographic update for you. (I hope your enjoyment of these is equal to the embarrassment I feel when publishing them.) Feel free to say what everyone else has been saying: “Oooh, I would’ve expected a much more impressive growth by now.” “Haven’t you got any testosterone, then?” “Is that your moustache? Oh, bless.” And if I hear another woman telling me that she could grow one faster herself, I shall nip to the nearest Boots and purchase a tube of Veet.

It’s amazing how this whole thing is bringing out everyone’s competitive side and, surprise surprise, the women are worse than the men. I can’t remember the last time I heard so many stories about how “my other half’s beard is so thick, he has to shave with special razors,” or “no matter how much my boyfriend shaves, he’s always got a permanent stubble” or my personal favourite, “I swear my husband’s been shaving since he was 10.”

All I keep saying is, ‘The money’s all going into the same pot, people, so I really don’t mind whether you give it to me, or to the grunting, proto-Neanderthal King Kong with whom you’re happy to share your bed.’

But I’m not bitter. I’m just trying to keep drinking bitter. Because I’ve been told it work wonders for hair growth…

Seriously though, please keep the donations coming so that lots and lots of clever people around the world can keep trying to find a cure for prostate and testicular cancer. And do have a look at this brief Movember video produced by the people at Google Chrome.

Ciao for now,

Persolaise.


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4 thought on “Dame Edmo”
  1. Thank you! This gave me such a giggle (both the hilarious mask and the competitive facial hair comments). It's amazing what people will share in the name of competitiveness! Keep up the good work.

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