The moustache is a fine thing. It is an adornment given gravitas by its long list of famous wearers, and men who can grow and support a mo, as they're so affectionately and respectfully known, are privileged indeed.
I felt constrained to get that out of the way early, as a man so blessed, because in my column in The Herald today I've written about men with ponytails. Is there anything more ridiculous, anything tonsorially sadder than a man of has-been years trying so hard to be the man he dreamed he'd be? They'd do better in dreadlocks.
We see the ponytail as an inane affectation, but ponytail himself sees it is as a measure of his sophistication, guru-like wisdom, unique creativity and mystery.
What do you reckon, wankers, whackers or just sad tryhards?