I think one of my biggest fears is that one day I will accidentally steal a strangers chips.

If a friend of mine was eating some chips and the chips looked good I would more than likely reach into the bag without asking them and take a chip. I'm sure it's an incredibly irritating habit but I like to believe that sharing, even sharing without consent, brings people closer together. Leaning near, reaching out; it establishes intimacy and trust. And it gets me chips. If I think the person isn't quite close enough I will usually eyeball the chips until they feel uncomfortable enough to offer me some, but this is rare, I usually just go for it.

The problem is, I feel so comfortable taking people's chips that I'm afraid one day I might lapse into this relaxed state of mind and help myself to the chips of a stranger. On the bus, in the movies; people eat chips in all sorts of places and I must remain constantly vigilant in my efforts not to thrust my grimy mitt into their bags. It's tiresome but it is my cross to bare alone.

The French have a phrase, 'L’appel du vide', which means the 'call of the void'. Essentially, this phrase means the instinctive urge to jump from high places. For many it's that feeling in the pit of your stomach that scares you when you stand on top of a cliff - the very specific feeling that it would be incredibly easy and achievable to simply launch yourself off the edge and fall to the ground. For me it's the terror I feel when I realise just how easy it would be to steal a stranger's salty chips.

It's Movember! This entire month men across Australia will unite to fight for the better health of blokes everywhere, showing their solidarity by growing their mustaches. An attractive indulgence for a worthy cause, but this charitable event can be somewhat exclusive.

There are some men who, try as they might, cannot muster the growth to join the fight, but one man is doing his part through innovative means.

My friend Seal, who's name is actually Alex Washer, although no one calls him that, not even his mum, has the kind of good looks that might be described as 'boyish', that is, he hasn't got a decent whisker to his name. Despite Seal's deficiency; his distinct inability to grow facial hair, he is digging deep to help his brethren, with the aid of a texta.

One man, one pen, 30 mos. That's right, throughout the month of November, Seal (Alex) will be drawing a different mo under his nose every day.

Inside sources (ie me, bombarding Seal with constant jpegs) attest we can look forward to a variety of comic, suave, sexy, and even a few celebrity mustaches on Seal's face.

To watch the progress and donate to Seal's sterling effort, visit:

http://au.movember.com/mospace/841712/

Seal is a pretty good bloke. You may remember his name from a post I wrote a few months ago, detailing his method of making microwave brownies. MICROWAVE BROWNIES! If you can believe that one man can contribute YET ANOTHER amazing thing to our society, please, dig deep and donate to see Seal, every day of November, look like he's woken up from an out-of-control buck's night.