Mo - North

Fellow Mo - ers. These are exiting times indeed. For those of you who watched the game between the Aussies and England on Saturday, you could not have missed the amount of Mo's the sporty rugby okes sported. Wonderful indeed, well done to the men from Aus and England. As for the Kiwi's and the Wales rugga boys, well on any given day it is hard to see whether they are sporting a Mo, or if that is just how they look. So lets see coming Saturday if some of our Bokke are sporting a Mo. Rumor has it there might be a few.
So I secretly boarded a flight to the hinterland, that part of the country which Capetonians refer to 'up there'. The reason? To come and see if the manne up here really do love the Mo as passionately as folk lore would have us believe. Well, day one went so so. Difficult to say, because when you drive around in a sedan vehicle, mo - spotting so to say it, is rather difficult tot see if the guy next to you in the ma mo-erse bakkie is sporting a Mo when he is sitting 6 feet above you in some zooped up SUV 4 by 4, Elephant hunting 6 wheeler bokkie ballas sporting dif lock trok. All you can see is the wiel doppe, which is centered slightly above the roof of my little mo-watching sedan. Maar more manne, more. Then I'm gonna walk the shopping centers (they congregate in large numbers in shopping centers, much like the wildebeest do on the plains of the Ngoro Ngoro Crater during the great migration). Like a intrepid game spotter i will camouflage myself into a Mo-spotter, and do mu up most best to take some skelm mo-pics. The best of which i will post here, of course. If i do get charged by some mad Blou Bulle pack animal, do pray I make the lift before he gets to me.
So happy Mo - growing. make sure to keep record of your Mo's progress. You can post it on the Facebook group (It's on the website www.bowlingformovember.co.za at the bottom of the home page. And check out the prizes list... it just gets better and better
Tot Vrydag toe, Mo-love and Mo the Peace

Mo - happiness

So this weekend i decided to rest my MO. No public speeches, no walks down the cat walk, no showing lip. niks.
But then came Saturday, and i had to go and show my quivering lip and it's little growth the 3 highest peaks on Table Mountain for the anual 3 Peaks Challenge. Check out the profile pick, I promise there is a Mo somewhere out there in the mist. This is what transpired:

• Men with Mo's run faster.
• Mo-men are stronger than those hairless lip dwellers.
• With a Mo, you can just keep on going.
• The mountain comes to the Mo, not the Mo to the mountain
• Rain waits for a Mo-man to finish, before it starts raining cats and dogs

So on Sunday it was back to resting the Mo, which was good as a Mo needs time to cultivate the upper lip in peace and quiet.

Today has been one constant up-down, down-up eye balling by the lovely woman of Cape Town. They truly have no shame when it come to admiring a well groomed Mo, totally shamelessly staring.

Be sure to watch this space on Wednesday, as I am boldly taking my Mo to where few brave Mo-men dare to go.......

Till then, let the good times grow

Snor in die Bos

Fellow Mo - Bro's and sistas. Strange things happen when you grow a Mo. It must be the inner Mo-nimal in me, but as i walked past a well kept little piece of scrubbery in a leafy suburb of Cape Town, I felt the lure of the bus, a uncontrolable desire to take my Mo to the bush. So in I went, and it wasn't pretty.
There i stood, i crossed the line into the bush, my own personal 'crossing of the Rubicon', so to speak. And things looked different. More green, tad more wild.
Some poor old lady and her nubile young 20 - something grand daughter came strolling by. Ouma got a mo-erse fright. Maar ai ai, the Mo in the bush did something to the grand daughter. Like a lioness she came up, gave me a thorough up-down, and then proceeded to rub against my leg, hindering me utterly speechless. Such profound marking of one's turf has not been seen for many a decade in Vredehoek. Alas, I am taken. She has marked me as her main Mo, I am a taken Mo-Bro.
From then till now (that was 4 hours ago) I honestly can't tell you much. Things have been a bit blurry. I find myself involuntarily growling like a Alpha Male Lion whenever other men walk past.
The lip quivers. aanhoudend.
On this note, I have to beg all of you...please do not let Julius Maleme into the Mo-hood. Picture the all seeing, all knowing one with a Mo. No don't, rather don't close your eyes. It gets nasty. Just spread the word, DO NOT TELL Julius about our Mo-hood. By end of Movember, the wise one will be President of our republic, CEO of Eskom and King at ASA.
Ok, enough jungle talk for one day. Tomorrow i will take my esteemed Mo 3 times up Table Mountain for the anual 3 Peaks Challenge. A spot of fresh air has never done a goo Mo harm. Be sure to check in Monday, as i will tell you all about it and how much fun mini - mo and i had. And some other juicy lekker soetsappige stories.

Snor in die Bos

Snor in die Bos

Movember Day 1

It was with a mo-erse smile on my face that i woke up yesterday. Jip, nothing like a quivering lip to start your month.
So of we go, only 27 days left till Bowling for Movember. Rumor has it I am in for some stiff upper lip competition this year. A few of the would be crown prinses think they will de-throne me as King Mo. Manne, it takes a boer op n perd with a ma mo-erse upper lip growth infestation to take away my crown. Don't be fooled by the photo, the beast is being cultivated. Be afraid, be very afraid.
The wonderfull happy people at The Canser Association of South Africa (CANSA) informed me this morning that we have 22 teams entered! Wow! Which means that if you want to book your place, now is the time to do so.
So on my way driving to work this morning, i can't but help admiring the 5 o'clock shadow on my lip in the rear view mirror. Dis mooi, dis baie mooi. Walking down Kloof Street, i get it..... a up down from what one could only describe as God's gift to men; she who makes grown men lose any semblance of respectability and good judgement. With a lingering look at my upper lip, she gives me the most subtle of smiles and then she's gone. I AM KING MO! He who got his first mo - updown. This is going to be a lovely month.
Spread the word, send a email to all your friends, family, oupas and granny's and encourage them to go to www.bowlingformovember.co.za. If you entered a team, you can get them to sponsor your team by making a donation on the CANSA website under the Bowling for Movember event, and then leaving a message for CANSA saying they want to sponsor team (your team name)
Happy Mo month, let the good time grow
King Mo