Mouses, before the chop

The best part of four weeks on the road lay before us. An opportunity to try something new... so the plan was hatched. The competition was formed. The pact was made.

But one fell along the way. A brother in tache, cruelly snatched by the whims of the Sahara. Flown home with a broken collarbone. He was judged in absentia.

Bushiness and volume... ...James, aka 'The Wing Commander'.
Overall shape and appearance... ...Christian, aka 'President Assad'.
Blindfolded touch test... ...James, aka 'Fluffy Bunny'.

So James wins, 2-1-0 (Jerry, even with the sympathy vote, came last in each category... sorry, mate!). Congratulations!