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Tacheback!
Day 19
It's certainly growing! And eagle eyed viewers will be able to spot where I shaved the head of a mole on my neck this morning. Lovely.
Anyway - If you've already donated, thank you very much...
And if you haven't - why not? Click HERE to ease your guilt. Then you can point and laugh with a clean conscience (and top lip).
The Tacheback Finale Part-ay will be on Wednesday 28th at the Elbow Rooms in Islington, so hopefully I'll be there parading my tache for all and sundry to see... *cough*
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And so it begins...
I've been in training all week in preparation for Tacheback. Well by preparation, I actually mean not shaving at all since Monday.
So today, I finally brought the power of Gilette M3, er, Power to my week old follicles, to try and produce a Tache worthy of the cause...
Mrs Kevling has still not stopped laughing.
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Tacheback 2005...
Hey fellas Tacheback 2005 is a mere month away... An opportunity to raise money for charity by DOING EVEN LESS THAN YOU DO NOW. Who can you resist that?
Grow a sponsored moustache for the month of September to raise money for male cancer charity Everyman...
As some of you may know, I did it last year and:-
- Somehow managed to raise nearly £700 (see here)
- Took part in the Tache of the Year parade in London (see here),
- Failed to get my photo in GQ (er, see here)
So here I am again, ready for 2005...
Last year I had the head-start of a David Brent-style goatee... This year I am at more of a disadvantage. So I think I may spend the last week of August unshaven, just as preparation, you know? *cough*
Anyone fancing joining me? C'mon, it's for a good cause...
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No photos of us...
Well. I got the kids fed and in bed. Hurrah!
I finished off a new Colin The Brick ready for posting. Hurrah!
Photoshop crashed as I saved it. Boo!
Did it again. Hurrah!
Photoshop crashed again. Boo! (That'll teach me to save more often. Or at least more than once)
Half did it again, but am too tired to finish it off. Hurrah/Boo!
Photoshop let me save it. Hurrah - coupled with a HUGE sigh of relief.
On a different note, GQ's coverage of the Tacheback party is in the new issue. Hurrah!
Verbal and I aren't, though. Boo!
Enough of the Hurrahs and Boos already. Hurr- oh.
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It's a bit draughty round here...
Another belated tache-related entry here.
As you may or may not have noticed, that little picture of me (over there, look, on the right), is now feeling the chill of autumn around the old upper lip region.
Yes, the tache has gone. I held on to it for a week longer than necessary, while collecting sponsor monies. I then had a really busy week and had no chance to collect any at all. It was starting to drive me mad, so off it went.
Of course, I promised at the start I'd try a few different moustache styles, maybe even dye it. But this is how many of those things I did: None at all.
So I couldn't help but muck around as I was shaving it off...
Just a bit...
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Tacheback finale par-tay
Here's my belated post following Verbal & I's whirlwind trip to London for the Tacheback grand finale party...
Well, Verb' beat me to getting first post in, so before you go any further, pop over there and have a quick gander at wot 'e wrote.
You've done that already? Good. OK... what can I add? Well, we had our photos taken for the Tacheback magazine, and for GQ - doubtless I will be cropped out of the frame as they concentrate on Verbal's magnificent falsie.
How's about a few photos...
(1) We set up camp on the first table we spot in the Elbow Rooms. Both head straight to the lavs. In there we both try not to laugh at a gentlemen combing his tache in the mirror. As we turn to leave, Verbal catches his eye, only to hear, "I say, are you cheating old chap?" Verbal mumbles that, er, yes he is."Oh, jolly good show!". Chap turns out to be the youngest member of The Handlebar Club, as featured in the Guardian's 'The Guide' last week... "'Rakish' they called me!"
(2) 8:30, and the Tache of the Year parade is announced. I'm number 5, and for some bizarre (beer induced) reason, think it would be a "hilarious" idea to walk up to the judges stroking both ends of the tache at the same time. I'm not sure if the looks captured here are abject horror, or just plain disbelief... ("Get my agent on the phone, there's a freak staring at me, stroking himself")
(3) It's only 9:30, and already the lure of free Coors has proved too much for Verbal to resist. (Unfortunately, we were rather slow on the uptake on the free Jack Daniels, and it ran out.)
All in all, a great night had by all... (helped, no doubt, by free alcohol and snacks)
By the way, if anyone was travelling from Angel to Kings Cross, then on to Vauxhall, at about 10pm last Thursday, and were rather startled to see a young man with unfeasably large eyebrows trying not to laugh, we are ver' ver' sorry. They were GREAT eyebrows.
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