Hairy Upper Lips Part 2

As I wrote earlier, it was Moustache May at work. It was truly a celebration of the moustache in all its varied and splendourous manifestations. We had Handle Bars, Fu Manchus, Cops, Walruses, Zapatas, Pirates, Pencil Lines, and one guy was even brave (read: crazy) enough to sport the Hitler/Chaplin for a few days. Here's what I wore throughout the month. I like to call it The Devolution Of A Moustache (A Drama In 5 Parts):


And that was that. Those of you who have been avoiding me, even leaving town so as not to have to see my moustache, I'm clean shaven now. You can call again. Until next May...