ME and Louis are the main trailblazers for Mo-vember. Jian tried one, but it looked so horrific, he shaved it two days later and still walks around looking a bit ashamed. Gord has the self-knowledge to accept that he can’t grow one, but I reckon all that means is his one would also look ridiculous.

Meanwhile, that is the whole point of Mo-vember! To humiliate yourself in public for an entire month, and raise awareness of prostate cancer.

But I’m an old hand. For me, there’s little in the way of humiliation. I’ve been growing moustaches for so long, there’s barely any irony any more. I was looking through some video blogs of mine, and it turns out I had one in March. That’s two moustaches a year!

I’ve accepted now that I’m probably a moustache oke in disguise. And I only allow myself to come out of hiding twice a year.

So when it comes to Mo-vember, the international month of the moustache, I need to represent big-time. This year I have chosen a post-modern take on the Fu Manchu moustache. The one that goes down towards your chin at the sides. Like the traffic cop in the Village People? Er, no. More like David, the construction worker.

A challenge with this one is that it grows into the corners of your lips, so you get hectic food and drink pollination. With this one there are also a few more grey hairs down the right side. A salt-and-pepper moustache, I think they call it.

I’ve briefly considered dying my moustache, but I don’t think my vanity extends quite as far as that. Going for the dye-job would imply a level of lifetime commitment to the moustache cause.

I reckon if I feel the urge to look more youthful, I’ll probably go for the old, shaving-off-the-moustache vibe But for now, I’m reveling in the manly joy of rocking a full, bushy tash. I get polite respect wherever I go. Admiring glances from the women? Not so much.

But give it time. We all know fashion goes full circle. The moustache will rise again. When I grew my first moustache, it was for a laugh. Now it feels like it’s becoming a legitimate style choice.

And when I look back to the legendary moustaches of my youth ... my Geography teacher who’d been PF in the army. Early Naas Botha, Burt Reynolds, Deon Kayser. Magnum PI. Isaac Hayes, Freddy Mercury ... It’s a pantheon of greatness!

And it’s often overlooked how many of modern civilisation’s great leaders were moustache wearers. Albert Einstein, for instance. Charles Dickens. Nelson Mandela, father of our nation, can be seen rocking a moustache in several archive photos.

If the tash could be big before, it can be big again. As I have come to accept the moustache into my life, so can society at large. Mo-vember may be the thin edge of the moustache wedge.

So ladies, brace yourselves.