Teaming rainfall ensured the team of MacMillan volunteer marshals at the Yorkshire Marathon, of which I was a member, received a thorough soaking this morning...... Perhaps, there's something in the old adage 'no good deed goes unpunished' after all. Although, I somehow doubt it! To steal a quote oft utilised by an old acquaintance, who … Continue reading Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head
Unless they introduce a 'Best Performance Stood In A Green T-Shirt With A Collection Bucket in M&S' category, it's an event that's unlikely to secure me a BAFTA nomination. Nevertheless, I thought I'd make you, my discerning reader, aware that brief clips of an interview I did with a 'Made in Leeds' TV reporter are … Continue reading Fifteen Minutes?…. I Only Got Two, Warhol!
Yesterday saw many thousands of people in the UK facilitating or attending World's Greatest Coffee Morning fundraising events in aid of MacMillan Cancer Support. As part of this campaign, my lunchtime was spent undertaking a bucket collection at the Marks & Spencer (M&S) store on Briggate, in Leeds..... To clarify, when I wrote 'bucket collection' … Continue reading Coffee Morning Munificence
Yesterday lunchtime I undertook three hours collecting for MacMillan Cancer Support, at the Marks & Spencer (M&S) store in Briggate, Leeds. Although, I'd done numerous bits of voluntary work for various cancer charities over the past few years, it's the first time recently I've ventured down this philanthropic route. My absence from this undertaking the … Continue reading Magnanimity at Marksy’s
Monday 14th May - There's an old adage that 'No good deed goes unpunished'. Yesterday afternoon it was a folklore teaching I was rudely reminded of by my 'good' buddy karma, in cahoots with his rancid sidekick cancer. Following undertaking five hours voluntary work for MacMillan Cancer Support, I returned home to witness the 'reward' … Continue reading Karma’s Perversity
Pernicious canker; indiscriminate spitefulness Teases with capricious exhibitions of salubriousness Clan chief Strachan stricken Consequently, brood akin to felines on tin roof scorching Seven years canker has taunted caricature Norn man ponders if he fragmented mirror in 2010. Similar to Damocles sabre, malignancy menaces Jeering at chief’s brood from position incurable It’s presence sickens … Continue reading Position Incurable
This mornings solar rays in East Ardsley are making a concerted effort to lift my sagging spirits. As they blaze through an open French door onto my makeshift scribing desk, I can hear them attempting to cajole me into action with the words "Cheer up you miserable bleeder, worse things happen at sea!" Actually, I've just realised that … Continue reading Kindly Disregard This Letter