As George Harrison once said, “Moustache May must end”. No, that’s not right. “All things must pass”, wasn’t it? Well, whatever he said, I’m sure he must’ve been talking about the combined ending of Whiskerino (last year) and Moustache May (today).

Both of them have been a regular feature of my - and by extension, Claire’s - life for almost a decade, and we’ve both made some great friends through the weird, socially awkward, but ultimately worthwhile period.

Adiós folks, it’s been a blast.

Here are a random selection of only some of the people, and great moustaches I’ve met over the years.