Day 3’s upon us (Unless you’re Marc, who’s in China and living in the future that is Day 4.) and mustaches are currently looking like dirt-stained lips. From a few feet away, you might think I had soot on my hands, scratched under my nose and was doing a spot on impression of Michael Banks. These are the early days of Movember. The rough ones. The silly ones.
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