A couple of years ago my wife took Ziggy for a check up at the vet. Ziggy is my dog, a cocker spaniel, and when the vet felt his testicles he said to my wife, "You should keep an eye on this. It's a bit odd." At which point my wife said "Christ, my husband's testicle feels a bit strange. One's feeling a lot harder." The vet told Ollie I should get tested immediately.
For nearly eight years now people have stared at my face. In the street, on the tube, in shops, while I'm eating, it doesn't matter where I am, they can't help it. Some point, some laugh, most look on in admiration and sometimes, I'm sure I've seen onlookers weep steamy tears of joy when they look at me. The reason for this reaction is neither a grotesque affliction or that I resemble Brad Pitt. It is quite simply the Mo that adorns my face, big bushy and proud, combating prostate and testicular cancer by raising funds and awareness for Movember.