Once again, as apparently it happens every year, November has arrived. And we all know what means. November becomes Mo-vember, and we are encouraged to cultivate hairy upper lips, in support of male health issues, like expanding waistlines and early onset baldness.
As usual, there is a wide range of styles from which to choose, including the dashing Errol Flynn, the folksy Wilford Brimley, the sinister Fu Manchu, and the Groucho Marx charcoal.
For many years, the award for worst moustache went to John Bolton, and while Bolton's is still pretty terrible, his 'stache was knocked out of that position this year by the bizarre handlebar number grown by Kenneth Branagh for "Murder on the Orient Express," a hairy monstrosity that seems about to take over Branagh's head.
If you're seeking a true challenge, gentlemen, you might try to top the record set by Masuriya Din of Uttar Pradash, India. Mr. Din's moustache reached a length of eight feet, six inches. He may have had to pay extra to take it on a bus.
Theme music for the month is, as usual, Woody Herman's recording of "Your Father's Moustache."
It's Movember--grow that 'stache! (Not you, Madam.)
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