Give me your fucking money

As a hairy Irishman may or may not have once said.

Please.

Actually, I don’t want your money. Well, I do, but I’m not about to go around demanding you hand it over – it just seems a bit crass.

No, in fact it’s Mandy, my surprisingly attractive wife*, who wants your money … but for a very good reason. I’ll let her explain:

I was inspired by my lovely friend Lucy last year when she did the moonlight walk round london at midnight in the rain. When she told me she was doing just a short jaunt this year over the south downs, I decided I wanted to be pro-active, give myself a challenge and maybe try to improve my fitness. So I have signed up to do a 20km walk around the south downs on the 15th of May.

The charity I am supporting is the Cystic Fibrosis Trust. My darling cousin, Kenny, has suffered with this condition for many, many years and finally had a double lung transplant nearly 2 years ago, which sadly hasn’t worked as well as expected; but he stays positive with the amazing support of his wife and son and close family, he is truly inspirational.

Donating through JustGiving is simple, fast and totally secure. Your details are safe with JustGiving – they’ll never sell them on or send unwanted emails. Once you donate, they’ll send your money directly to the charity and make sure Gift Aid is reclaimed on every eligible donation by a UK taxpayer. So it’s the most efficient way to donate – I raise more, whilst saving time and cutting costs for the charity.

So please dig deep and donate now.

http://www.justgiving.com/mandyhiflyer

So there you go. If you could spare a pound, that would be lovely. Ten pounds would be lovelier still. 100 pounds would just be silly and unneccessary.

Thank you very much, you lovely people.

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*It surprises me on a daily basis. Really? You married me? How did that happen? Were you drunk/blind/temporarily insane?