And so there you have it - a picture of man who's gone through the woods and come out second-best. And with a fetching 'stache.

I may not have raised the most amount of dosh (the pissing contest of the fundraising part of this gig was never my bag), but with my rollercoaster of health issues over the month of November, I've been in the rather fortuitous position of being able to have open, honest and stark conversations about men's health with mates, work colleagues, associates and (on a rather bizarre afternoon) a couple of deros down the road. And that's what this Movember Malarky really is all about - raising real awareness amongst us blokes that getting that weird little lump, or that strange feeling in the nads region, or that not-quite-happy feeling in noggin, checked out. It's the difference between being a bloke and being a dickhead.

Oh, and finishing up the month by being delivered a clean bill of health is fucking tops.