Today we bid farewell to a faithful, if relatively recent, friend.
It is my duty to report that the stick-on moustache that was presented to me (along with all the other riders) at the start of 2009′s Lap The Lough, finally succumbed to the Northern Ireland weather and fell off my helmet where it had lived since the event.
Alas poor Moustache
Farewell then, old friend, I ride on alone. You can now look forward to a quiet (and dry) retirement in the Basket’o'Cycle Bits.
At least until I lose you.
My real one’s looking a bit like that now. I hope it doesn’t fall off before judgement day on Friday. The good news is that we’re raising a few quid for Prostate Cancer and generating some very unusual expressions from incoming interviewees at work: they must think we’re some kind of cult!
I think mine was thrown in to the washing machine with the rest of the gunk. It’s living in the plumbing system of the house now. It’s a great hunter, haven’t seen any mice in months.