The man serving you behind the desk at the petrol station. Your child’s male teacher. The checkout assistant (me) in the local supermarket and every other man walking past you in the street all have one thing in common.
You’ve probably heard about it.
You’ve definitely seen it.
When November becomes the month of the moustache.
The Trucker. Handlebars. The Connoisseur. Everywhere you look there’s a moustache on a face normally without.
Or in my case; November, the month in which I unwittingly turn into my father.
Forty years too soon.
Last year, for Father’s Day I dispelled the myth that I was in fact from the milkman’s production line and was most certainly my father’s son, (which you can read about by clicking anywhere along this paragraph.)
Well, now I’ve gone and proved it again.
You see my father, just like both of my parent’s fathers did, lives with his ‘tache all year round, something which I can categorically state is not going to happen until I hit the big 4-0, unless there is a beard is involved too. Then it’s acceptable.
Well, fast forward to the penultimate month of the year, and a chance to raise a small amount of money for charities relating to men’s health and now I look just like Dad. Just like I did in the featured image in ‘Like Father like Son.’
And I’m not happy. It was supposed to make me look ‘cool’ and one thing is for certain; dad certainly is the opposite to that.
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