Brilliant, absolutely brilliant is the only way I can descibe the response that the lovely Lisa Rogers sent me following my request for help. Not only has she agreed to a meeting, which will obviously help me raise money for the RNIB, but she also laid into Michael, my idiot (see dictionary definiton) friend who set me this difficult challenge.
I hope she won't mind me including some of the text of the email here:
Your friend Michael sounds completely hilarious, and a total grumpy ar*e. If
I can, therefore, help in any way that means he has to pay unpleasant
forfeits, I'm more than willing to do so......(Details of meeting arrangements).....
PS If you do get well over the 100 mark set by moody Mike, are we allowed to
watch as you make him dance naked round Leicester Square painted blue? (or
whatever else it is you get him to do)"
In my reply, I pointed out that she was not only welcome to attend, but actively encouraged, as long as she turned up with a pointy stick with which to prod his leviathan frame.
Oh and well done England by the way, for qualifying for the World Cup in style. Yup, the style of a slightly injured racehorse that manages to somehow stumble over the line.