The End!

It’s the last day of Movember!  Well, it was, a few minutes ago.  Time for me to ceremoniously shave/scrub off the Mo for another year.  Please feel free to donate a quid or two to Rethink (see below for links) and rest assured i didn’t get murdered by the moral majority.  Hoorah!

Day 29

Day 29: i was stuck in bed ill all day, but a few of you may see what i was trying to do here (hint: HAHAHAHA, HAHAHAHA!)

Day 30 [i]

Day 30: The Bitter End!  Say it with flowers — even if they kept falling off all day and i found one in my tea earlier this evening and one in me knickers just now.  Sigh.

Day 30!

Still day 30: so hard to say goodbye!

Fearsomely unflattering but i think it important that you see the flowers properly, heh.

You can find out more about Rethink here and you can donate to them via my frankly baffling antics here and here:

Until we meet again… goodbye!

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Days 26-28

Day 26

Day 26: more colour co-ordinating.  I must be getting middle-aged.

Day 27

Day 27: very smart if i do say so myself

Day 28

Day 28: I’m always cross when i have to wash my hair

Nearly there now!

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Do we really need a subject line?

Here is photographic proof from the last couple of days that i’m still as unselfconscious and spectacularly oblivious as ever:

Day 24

Day 24: annoyed about something — Disapproving Librarian Face

Day 25

Day 25: actually very annoyed after a shit time in Lidl, but i’d calmed down by this point. Their cheap wine may have helped.

Don’t forget, you can fritter away that money you’d been saving for important things like organic houmous and over-priced coffee on a donation to Rethink instead — hop over here for instructions:

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Day 23: Sunday Best


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Nearly there now…

Only a week to go (i’m getting zits around my nose!)

Day 19

Day nineteen: why isn’t it the weekend yet?

Day 20

Day twenty: seriously, where’s this bloody weekend hiding?

Day 21

Day twenty-one: smartened up ready to go to the pictures with me Mum

It’s been a long week!  Even though i wasn’t working on Monday and was on a training course on Tuesday, so what’s that about eh?

Remember, you can donate to Rethink via my face-art here:


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The Week in Moustacheminster

Day 12

Day twelve: i don’t know about the curtains and the carpet, but the ‘tache matches the jumper today, quite by happy accident

Day 13

Day thirteen: this was supposed to be inspired by someone famous but it’s a few days later now and i can’t remember who

Day 14

Day fourteen: a London Flowergirl

Day 15

Day fifteen: it’s pink dammit. People asked all day why i was wearing a red moustache and was it because i’m a commie bastard?  (Answers: it’s pink.  And yes.)

Day 16

Day sixteen: not quite starry-eyed, but not far off (i missed, i suppose)

Day 17

Day seventeen: hello?  Is it tea you’re looking for?

Day 18

Day eighteen: thought i’d better give it a comb.

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Nine ten eleven…

My apologies for the sporadic uploading of pictures and for the lack of blog post yet.  Where does the time keep going eh?!  Anyway, here are the many faces of the last few days and i will return with words very soon.

Day 9

Day nine: it was a bad day and i didn’t go out at all. Thinking about it, this is probably a good thing, especially so close to Armistice Day because, er… well, look at it. Oops!

Day 10

Day 10: now the school kids are starting to notice, which means yelling “is that real?” is of course necessary. (Hint — IT’S BLUE.)  (Sorry, i know you can’t really tell though, what with poor picture quality.)

Day 11 [i]

Day eleven: the ticket man at the station was so taken with it this morning, he completely forgot to check my ticket. “French!” was about all he could muster. I’m still slightly puzzled by this remark — as you can see.

Remember, as well as for your amusement, it’s also for a very good cause and, rest assured, i will bend your ear (eye?) at far greater length in due course about that. In the mean time you could have a look at Rethink‘s web site, as this is the charity to which your pennies will be winging their way, then ponder the possibilities over at my fundraising page:

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More moustache! Many moustache!

Here we go, yesterday’s and today’s ‘taches — taken by The Lovely Hester — and a bonus one from day 3 which i’d forgotten about till just now — taken by a lovely, no-longer-surprised-by-anything work colleague.

This one was taken on day three: me and my shoulderpads, hard at work for the NHS (god bless).

This one was taken on day three: me and my shoulderpads, hard at work for the NHS (god bless).

Getting ready for an 'enchanted wood' themed party last night, so i added green glitter. Obviously.

Day seven: getting ready for an ‘enchanted wood’ themed party last night, so i added green glitter. Obviously.

Day 7 [ii]

Time for my close-up. Nice ‘tache — shame about the face.

Day 8

Day eight: because lopsided and somewhat the worse for wear is how i feel on the inside.

Thank you LOADS to those of you who’ve donated so far!  If you’re still thinking about it, have a listen to this song which my line manager has very kindly provided, then have a trot over here:

Proper blog post will follow tomorrow, promise!

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It’s November and that can only mean…

…that, disorganised as i have been (to be fair i’ve had a house move, among other things) i haven’t yet put up any photos or any blog posts on men’s mental health and/or just why i’m being so bloody weird, yet again, to get you to part with a tiny bit of your hard earned cash.

I will do the latter on Sunday evening (or possibly Monday morning) but before that, here are ‘taches 1-6 for your perusal.  All feedback welcomed.  Yes, even ones on how to better groom my facial embellishment.

Day one

Day one – what? Why are you looking at me like… oh, yeah, fair enough.

Day two

Day two – it’s blue, for Blue Monday.

Day three

Day three – a cad and a bounder

Day four - upping the stakes

Day four – upping the stakes

Day five - grrrr

Day five – grrrr

Still day five, but a bit closer up - look, it's purple felt-tip pen today - what's not to love?

Still day five, but a bit closer up – look, it’s purple felt-tip pen today – what’s not to love?

Day six - foliage, dear boy, foliage.

Day six – foliage, dear boy, foliage.

If you feel this warrants a few quid towards Rethink Mental Illness, yet, please feel free to drop them in the pot here:

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On doing badly again the moment i say i’m doing well

It seems that every time i think or say that i’m doing “well” i end up Going Wrong again.  Since my last blog post i’ve been pretty crap to be honest and it’s steadily getting worse.  I’m still so much better now than i was even a year or a few months ago, because good grief i was ill then and no-one would think of shoving me in hospital now; but nonetheless, i can’t help but feel like i’m slipping along the Normality Scale i mentioned in my last post and off the end again.

So why does that happen?  I’m sure i’m not the only one who apparently self-sabotages when things are going a bit better.  None of us actually likes feeling like shit and making ourselves feel a bit worse every day, right?  None of us intentionally slip up, get it all wrong, promise to treat ourselves better, then fall flat yet again only hours (or minutes) later, despite resolutions to stay away from the things that harm us.  I know of course that some people eat the sweets or drink the wine because THEY ARE SO GOOD, they just can’t resist one or two extra.  One or two!  I can’t speak for anyone else of course, but it’s never just one or two with me and i don’t even enjoy the things that fuck me up, so for crapsakes why do them?  As the stuck record in my head cries: how hard can it be?!

Today i feel like i’ve had a kicking all around the midriff, i look pregnant and am possibly in danger of shitting myself, because of all the sugary crap i’ve been shovelling in there via my face for the last few weeks and especially intensively over the last few days.  The thought of spending a couple of months off, from eating and moving anywhere, from life in general in fact, just staying in bed with a mountain of books and the odd cup of tea, is very appealing.  But as you know, that’s not among the choices we get, so we all just carry on.  It’s what we do.  I love my job and i don’t want to be off sick (besides, i don’t get paid for not being there) – ugh, so why do i make myself so ill? – so i go regardless; and also i just generally have stuff to do, so like everyone else, i ignore the discomfort/pain/dodgy guts and get on with things.

This is what’s different now and why i say I’m, relatively speaking, “better” and “normal”, despite being neither fully better nor normal in real terms of my behaviour much of the time.  I am still a binge-eating, highly-strung, constantly-anxious, socially-inept, moderately irritating, absent-minded, out-of-control drunk; but now you probably wouldn’t notice most of those things, because i have a job and i turn up to it, i have things to do and manage to do at least some of them, i can read a book on the train and take in what i’m reading, i see friends/acquaintances who are used to me and my, er, ways and, overall, i don’t come across or look, well y’know, weird.

But i haven’t answered my own question yet, have i?  Why do i always go Extra Wrong just when i think i’m doing all right?  Why do i make myself ill with things that aren’t even worth it?  Oh i don’t know.  If i did, i wouldn’t be writing this, would i?  And besides, don’t you do that too, at least to an extent – doesn’t everyone?  Would the diet industry exist, wouldn’t all counsellors be out of a job, if we had all the answers and all the self-control?  Seriously, can anyone truthfully claim to always do everything on their to-do list to an extremely high standard, every single day, to say all the right things in the right situations, to exercise sensibly and eat a perfectly healthy balanced diet, all or even most of the time?  Sure there are some people like that, but come on, those that aren’t lying out of insecurity (bless ’em) are just WEIRD.

I, however, am merely human: perhaps not as comfortably “normal” as most “normal” people; but with all my bad decisions, regrets, multiple bags of sherbet limes and microwaved tinned soup, i am inconsistent, irritable, misguided, ordinary, glorious.

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