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Tuesday, November 01, 2011

It's the first of November, and where I come from, that can mean only two things: the National Novel Writing Month and the moustache marathon of Movember. For the past few weeks I've been tempted to take part in both. Particularly as I still haven't finished my novel from last year. But whether it's hare-brained writing or right-minded hair-growth, they both have the same obvious drawback. If I write a novel in a month, I won't spend any time with Lisa, and if I grow a moustache, she won't spend any time with me.

Over the past couple of weeks, I've received e-mails at home inviting me to join NaNoWriMo, and e-mails at work informing me that our Chief Executive is backing Movember. Although more as a spectator than a participant, I believe. After a lot of temptation and a great deal of thought, I eventually decided at the weekend not to participate in either. I'm too booked up to write a novel, and lack the bare-faced nerve to grow a 'tache.

But that all changed yesterday. Well, partially changed yesterday. To be honest, I'm still not mad enough to write a novel, but I have reconsidered my position on facial hair. Out of the blue, my boss announced yesterday afternoon that he's doing a Morgan Spurlock for Movember. And that decision changed everything. Because with two of us taking part, there's every chance we could form a Village People tribute act.

So having gone over the handlebars on the Movember website, I decided last night to show my boss the support and solidarity he deserves, by making a fool of myself alongside him, and raising some cash for male cancer research. Apparently, ten thousand men will die from prostate cancer this year, so I'm doing my bit to help the world reach the eight billion mark a bit sooner.

I'm not sure our patients are ready for my patented Hitler look from 2007, so I'm toning it down this time, and going for a softer, silkier, Saddam Hussein. Or failing that, Stalin. Unfortunately, this kind of public self-humiliation requires a big financial incentive, so I'm holding a razor blade to my throat, and if the money doesn't arrive soon, the moustache gets it.

You can sponsor me by clicking here. I'm on the BSUH Doctors team. I haven't been to medical school, so I think I'm technically a mascot.

9 comments:

Phil's Mum said...

You HAVE remembered next Sunday, haven't you???

Z said...

look, before I sponsor you, can I have Lisa's take on the subject?

Z said...

Oh, okay, I clicked through.  Will do, then.  Just so long as you don't want me to kiss you, even socially.  Well, only socially.  Natch.  

Phil said...

I have. And the fact that I'll be appearing in public in front of a large group of people with a pathetic week-old moustache makes me even MORE worthy of sponsorship.

Phil said...

Thank you, Z! You're a star. And when Lisa finally succeeds in dragging me up to Norfolk for a party, you'll definitely get a kiss.

Lisa said...

You'll definitely not get an invite with a threat like that.

Dave said...

Perhaps you could also finish writing last year's novel.

A Passer-by said...

Who is this person posting called Dave??!

Phil's Mum said...

I had the same thought, Dave.