November is a bit of a bad month if, like me, you’re the sort of chap who tends to be a little bit forgetful.
For a start we’ve all got to remember, remember the fifth of November, gunpowder, treason and plot.
Not, mind, that many folks these days do. I suspect in most minds it’s more about bright lights than Guy Fawkes but, when big public displays raise so much for charity, who am I to complain.
There’s been another reason to put your hand in your pocket, and pause to remember this weekend.
Armistice Day and Remembrance Sunday are important dates in our national calendar, a chance to honour those who made the ultimate sacrifice not just for King and country but for future generations.
That’s why I always make sure I’ve made my contribution to the Poppy Appeal.
I wear my poppy with pride (in my buttonhole – no need for a FIFA approved black armband here at Gazette Towers).
Yes, after a day or so it tends to look a little battered and slightly like one I’ve saved from the year before (I haven’t) but, for me, it’s an important gesture.
Another cause I’m showing support for this month is male cancer.
I’m doing so by growing a stonking moustache – part of the annual Movember movement.
OK, so it might not require as much effort as running a marathon, climbing Everest or even racing for life, but it does make me look like a bit of a plonker.
So far I’ve been accused of being a member of the Village People, a long lost cousin of serial killer Charles Bronson and Nintendo’s pixelated Italian plumber Mario.
That’s not really what I had in mind when I set out.
I was thinking more of Aussie cricket (and drinking) legend Merv (The Swerve) Hughes – but at least it’s got people talking.
See for yourself and donate at http://mobro.co/Robstocks
My Good Wife, of course, can’t wait for the end of the month, when the offending facial hair is deposited, unceremoniously, in the bathroom sink.
I’d hate to disappoint her, but, do you know, I’m getting rather attacked to my furry lip (and the rest).
It’s too early to say whether or not it’ll stay.
After all, I’m a bit on the lazy side and keeping a moustache in order is actually quite hard work.
Then there’s the practicalities to think of.
Do I need to invest in a comb?
Will my wife ever speak to me again?
I suspect December will bring with it a fresh, clean shaven look.
That is as long as I remember, remember to put razor blades on the November shopping list.