Yesterday, I found myself in the bizarre situation of having to walk into the office sporting a giant Mexican moustache.
Contrary to appearances, I hadn't completely lost the plot (that happened ages ago) but was merely the innocent victim of a blackmail conspiracy.
In a nutshell, I needed to pop to the party shop in Reigate, to pick up some balloons, so asked to borrow one of the sales team's cars - except the little ****s would only let me take a car if I promised faithfully to return wearing a false moustache.
Goodness knows what the people downstairs in Everycare thought as I marched through the main door - no doubt it just confirmed to them that we are all categorically stark raving bonkers.
Anyway, thankfully, am now 'tache-less again today - which is just as well seeing as we have the magazine review meeting this afternoon...
Not quite sure how it would have gone down if I'd turned up with a full face of facial hair.