It's Movember. And no, that isn't a spelling error. Movember is a registered charity, dedicated to raising awareness of male cancers (testicular and the like). Participants are expected to start the month of November clean shaven, and then spend the entire month growing and grooming a moustache. No beards or goatees allowed! The 'Mo' (for that is the correct nomenclature of the putative moustache grower) collects sponsorship money from willing donors, all of which helps to support research into testicular and prostate cancer. And a very worthy cause it is, too.
But perhaps November shouldn't be the only month to be renamed in support of a charity. Another eleven months are going begging, just gagging for a suitable group to adopt them. Now, let me see...
Jamuary - when the Women's Institute encourages the making and selling of preserves as a means of fundraising.
Phlebruary - the month for giving blood.
Marchpain - in aid of depressed dyslexics who are apt to confuse marzipan with diazepam.
Aperil - dress as a monkey to raise cash for animal charities.
Maybe - a time when the terminally indecisive think about charitable giving. Or perhaps not.
Jooon! - in aid of those damaged by excessive watching of sitcoms starring Terry Scott.
Julycanthropy - to support people who think they might be werewolves.
Smorgast - providing cold snacks for those poor unfortunates that live nowhere near an Ikea store.
Syruptember - wearing a badly made bright red wig (with a chin strap) to highlight the plight of those who cannot afford a decent hairpiece.
Socktober - reuniting socks separated at birth with their siblings.
Distemper - funding the whitewashing of dogs. For some reason best known to the organisers of the charity concerned.
Perhaps I should mention that there is a premium rate phoneline for those affected by this blog post. Oh, and a translation service for our American cousins who haven't the faintest idea who Terry Scott is. Or what a Syrup might be.
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