Say it ain’t so, Mo.
31/10/2012 § 2 Comments
Me. Facial hair. Shudder.
As abhorrent a concept as Mitt Romney becoming President.
But in this topsy-turvy world, the next days may well see both.
Shudder number two.
It started as a joke, one that was greeted with mirth, dubious looks, and, in one case, a kind of appalled silence akin to the kind you get when a sudden death is announced.
But somehow the idea took a grip on my fevered mind.
Why shouldn’t I do it? Lots of other people do. Normal, sane men all over the world risk the ridicule of their fellow fellas and the revulsion of their partners by growing what Jeeves described, when Bertie Wooster sported one for a brief period, as “a dark stain like mulligatawny soup”.
Like Bertie, I’m hoping that my ‘tache will lend me a Niven-esque diablerie.
I think we all recognise the tenuous grip that this particular hope has on reality.
It’s all in a good cause, of course.
Cancery things…you know…down there.
You could just give money directly to the relevant charities, of course, but this way is more fun.
This way, you get to see my humiliation unfold.
For a month.
Updates will appear here, if I’m feeling strong enough. There will be photographic evidence.
Give here: http://mobro.co/levparikian
I’m aiming to reach £1000. If I do, I’ll top it up with £100 of my own.
Now there’s incentive for you.