Groucho was one of the Marx Brothers. They were a comedic trio that delighted audiences in the early days of cinema. What amazes me is how distinctive and enduring his persona was. I suspect he somehow tapped into an archetype that we all recognise. Or maybe it was just the eyes, or the hair, or the moustache. Yep, that moustache is unforgettable!
My moustache Daily Doodle for Movember 27 is Salvador Dali. He remains one of my greatest early influences. He was a brilliant artist, original thinker and bohemian extraordinaire.
See more of my caricatures in my gallery
Charlie Chaplin’s Little Tramp struck a chord for countless people all over the world. The character still resonates with society today. The Little Tramp is poignant, quirky and sweet. He had a moustache too and no collection of moustaches would be complete with The Little Tramp.
Charlie Chaplin wrote a song that seems to complement the Little Tramp character. It is beautifully sad and yet; hopeful. Just like The Little Tramp.
Tho’ your heart is aching
Even tho’ it’s breaking
When there are clouds in the sky
You’ll get by
Smile through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You’ll see the sun come shining thru for you.
Light up your face with gladness
Hide ev’ry trace of sadness
Altho’ a tear maybe ever so near
That’s the time you must keep on trying
What’s the use of crying
You’ll find that life is still worth while”
Those that survived the great wars are old now, but we must never forget the price paid by millions of men. It is a privilege to live in a free world.
My dad Robert Henry Hooper flew in WW2. He flew dive bombers. Kittyhawks, Typhoons, Hurricanes and Mustang P-51’s. He rarely spoke of those times, but when he did he spoke highly of his enemies and gave them credit for their skill as anti-aircraft gunners. He almost didn’t make it home on a couple of occasions. Once he got hit by shrapnel that went straight through his under seat armour and got embedded in his parachute. On the other occasion he nursed his plane home with ammo boxes exploding and huge holes in his wings and fuselage. A lesser pilot wouldn’t have made it home. He was apparently very, very good. What a guy. I am proud to be his son. What shoes to fill!
The evil Rasputin was the downfall of the Romanovs but I experienced a wild-eyed zealot who changed my future for the better.
In my youth I knew a man called Tallie van Aswegen who most reminds me of the Russian Mystic Rasputin who was operating about the time of the fall of the Royal House of Romanov. They look similar and both had deep convictions.
He was charming with an infectious smile, bright eyes with an unruly beard and moustache. He wore shabby tracksuits & beanie and was constantly monologuing, including some very memorable sayings (You better flippin’ believe it!) and drove around in his ‘Tribulation Wagen’ – a clapped-out old VW Beetle which endeared him to me. This modern-day Rasputin differed in his hospitality. His home was an endless stream of young people, dialogue and cups of rooibos tea. He loved music too and always had great new music to share and exciting things to discuss.
I am certain he hasn’t changed. If not (and we are to assume an afterlife) he is definitely resting in Abraham’s bosom. Unlike Grigori Rasputin who is most likely in the other place. 😉