Showing posts with label help. Show all posts
Showing posts with label help. Show all posts

Sunday, 9 January 2011

as the euphoria turns to fear

i must be out of my tiny little mind!

there is a charity called st. lukes hospice which care for people with incurable illness'. a really worthy cause, they sent out feelers recently to get support and to encourage people to scale down the walls of a local hospital and get sponsorship.

i have been working for a community radio station and their event organiser was hoping i would mention it on the radio for them. now, i know i hadn't been drinking at the time, but still, i was filled with a delirium usually associated with chronic fatigue or drug taking. sober as a judge i was and yet within a day i had volunteered myself to go over the wall.

i created a just giving page, got the relevant application forms, wrote and article on it with the strap-line "during the many years [i] worked at [said] hospital, i was often tempted to jump off of the roof - and now i finally get the chance!".  yea, bloody hilarious!

3 days later and now it's "what on earth was i thinking!?!"  i'm not even that keen on heights. i certainly have never dangled my weedy body from the end of a 100ft rope before.

now i've got to get together £250 in sponsorship and a further £20 to enter.

i think in future i should ensure i have been drinking - hopefully then i will be too incoherent to make such a rash decision.