My moustache made its first sfø appearance almost a year ago, dimly, here. Here's a better look at it, photo from late spring:



Of course, it's longer now. And much better.

And so I thought, well, what could be more epic than good whiskers? Maybe LOTS of good whiskers. So I grew a beard:



That's a Verdi there, apparently. Didn't know what style I'd grown until my flatmate pointed me at competition categories. The thing is, I don't use any 'aids'. No wax, no pomade, nothing. Just a good twist when freshly clean, and occasional ones through the day. This means that occasionally, as you can see in the photo here, taken this morning, one side gets a little case of THF. But what can you do. I guess that's just the cost of letting it grow free.

Still, even though it took four months to grow that, I wanted to go further. I found myself some white spray, a skillful and friendly hand to apply it, and a bunch of red garb.



Now we're talking. But wait,



I have an even better idea. I enlisted the help of Santa. Most people think of Santa as a some guy who lives at the North Pole and delivers presents. Or something. Truth is, Santa is multiple, and it's true power is only visible when the many gather to celebrate 'Christmas' (however you choose to understand it) and good cheer. The effect is difficult to explain to those who haven't experienced it, but might be described as something like a Care Bear stare with whiskey breath. So. What's more epic than one manifestation of Santa? A massive gathering of them. Lots of Santa whiskers all in one place! Yay!



Ok, that's quite a few, but we're gonna need even more.



Nice. Ok, so with that addition to my own moustache complete, I harnessed the power of Santa to go to work on someone else's.



This fellow has some fine whiskers, immaculately kept year round in spite of whatever weather comes his way as he sits guard at the base of Nelson's Column. And that particular Christmas Day was an awfully grey and wet one (they can't all be white, even with all the will of Santa to make it so).



Yeah, I know your moustache is good already, but is there any need to cast off the new one so quick? Go on, try a little harder. Here, have a little help.



Now, I suppose the white doesn't do so well in the rain. But thank you anyway, sir, for entering into the Christmas spirit.



Such a noble profile. In fact, I thought he looked so good there I went off to the pub down the corner the better to toast him. It got a bit silly from there.



For more and even blurrier photos of my adventures as Santa, you could (though I wouldn't necessarily recommend it) look here (some photos NSFW, others merely in poor taste), or, at your own risk, ask Flickr for "santacon" "2008" and the name of the city of your choice.



Hoppy Hølidays!


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