I think about my feet a lot.
Hello, Host Body here. Al’s kindly taking a back seat and letting me type for a bit. Most of you probably know that I have a condition called talipes, better known as club foot. When I was but a mere sapling, my feet were turned inward and upward. A whole bunch of operations and a lifetime of self abuse later bring me to the ever moving now, in which I live with a lot of pain and a foot that looks like a Nik Nak.
Ho hum, it could be worse, yadda yadda. I’m not going to complain, i’ve done that enough over the years. (Here, for example. Also, here.) Time to get pro-active.
I recently discovered a marvellous charity called Steps, which works with people like me, along with those who suffer from other lower limb deficiencies. I was thrilled to discover that there was an organisation to which I could offer my support and I have been determined to think of some way to raise funds for them.
Then, the other night, it hit me. I…I mean, Al had been planning a blog post for the run up to Christmas, in which I…HE waffled on about the cost of the gifts from The Twelve Days Of Christmas.
READ THAT INCREDIBLY FUNNY BLOG NOW, DAMN YOUR EYES!
Good, wasn’t it?
Anyhoo, that’s a hell of a total, don’t you think? Nearly £50,000 pounds. That’s an amount of money that could do some real good, huh? You know where this is going…
I decided to set that possibly ludicrous target for my Steps fundraising and if you’d like to help out, you can hit my JustGiving page. Click it. Give freely of yourself and the contents of your shovel purse.
If you can’t afford to throw a few quid my way, I understand. Times are tough all round. A share costs nothing though. A retweet. A quick post on Facebook along the lines of “This guy is a bloody marvel, give him money”. It would mean the world to me, to say nothing of the good it could do for others.
You can check out Steps here and I urge you to do so, they do great work.
Oh, in case you’re wondering, the answer is no. No, I won’t just be posting this blog (and that other, funnier one) and popping up the odd tweet. I plan to do all sorts of fundraising tomfoolery on behalf of this fine cause, so watch this space. First on my list is a 24 hour tweet-a-thon, dates to follow.
So, help me out? Enjoy the warm, fuzzy feeling that comes from giving a couple of quid to a chubby guy with buggered feet? Or the equally pleasant glow that comes from telling other people to give me their money. Your choice, i’m good either way. Ta.