There’s the Hungarian: big and bushy; the Dali, with narrow curved pointy bits pointing upwards.
There’s the English:
Or the Fu Man Chu
Or the handlebar
There’s even the freestyle. Which is any moustache that does not have a name.
The question is: which of this bewildering array of facial hair arrangements does our family dog sport?
We had a chance to experiment this evening. The disarray was almost too much. I called for the dog shampoo, the grooming brush and the scissors. Which Macaulay the family terrier does not see for months at a time.
You will see immediately that the world was our oyster moustache-wise. we could have had virtually any style,and I will own that the temptation to employ hair wax and give him a full English was almost more than a girl could bear.
However: having dismissed this, and the Fu Man Chu idea, and yes- the Dali – I settled for the usual.
A thoroughly respectable Neville Chamberlain.