Regan Horrell

Hey fellas, have you got a mo?

"You forgot to shave today darling."  Oh no he didn't.

My moustache "Rainmo" and I are separating.

They're kidding, right? I mean, I only grew the mo as a fundraiser for public viewing with a limited screening.

A picture's worth a thousand words. Brace yourself then for a 4000-word (pictoral) account of my Movember journey from go-to-mo!

A quick narrative, if I may. On November 1, I appeared ordinary. A clean shaven ginga going about his work like any other week.

As a mo-bro, it was a moment to swell with pride. It seems a new generation of Movemberites are being groomed.

Apparently, I'm frowning. So my daughter reckons anyway.

I need an extreme comb over. Last week, dozens of strands of hair began falling out of my curly locks.

My mind has been plauged with indecision this past week. Elections? No. Rather, contemplating the big question facing mo-bros: What kind of mo should I grow?

Name one famous ginga with a moustache? Struggling? Still struggling. Me too.