Thanks to those who recently donated to my sponsorship website. I Really appreciate your generosity. Yep I saw your name up there sis, much obliged. Maybe I will get you a birthday present from last June after all.
Amongst today’s offerings in my email-crammed inbox, one from an individual of ambiguous gender who refers to themselves as Butterkist, a brand of popcorn that one could munch their way through at the cinema in the 1980's if I'm not mistaken.
He/she writes "Michael appears to be your foil..." and having given it some thought, I whole-heartedly agree, but a foil only in the sense that you'll often find him wrapped round a piece of roast chicken.
Joking aside, I must continue to thank the Bubble (he likes to be termed as such) for taking all of my flak with relatively good grace. I've known Micky-boy for about 18 years now and I have to be honest, he can sometimes be very entertaining in his own right. That is when he's not screaming.
I'm sure that he's sure that if he'd set up a website to run alongside mine, his would have been a far more enjoyable read and would have won the Yahoo Award, the Booker Prize and let's go the whole hog, the Nobel Prize for literature as well.
Shame he's not too adept at spelling, reading and stringing sentences together then.
I met the explore Sir Ranulph Fiennes at Legoland in Windsor this morning, where he was due to give a lecture.
Having been told by his agent that time would be of the essence and that I really ought to be at the Legoland Manor House at 7.55am, I was bricking it slightly (sorry, appalling pun), when the security guard at the main gate refused to let my car through the barrier.
"I'm sorry sir, I really can't let you pass. We weren’t informed that you’d be coming. More than my jobsworth etc etc", or words to that effect.
Well <phew>, after several hurried phonecalls, such creases were ironed out and I was informed that Sir Ranulph was on his way and would be happy to meet me by the barrier.
I didn't have to wait long, for my host soon arrived and apologised for the confusion and for the rushed nature of the meeting.
Now obviously I'd removed my coat, so that the old dogmuck-brown hooded top would appear in the photo and as we were outside at this early hour I soon found myself shivering away once more
At one point, I swear that I was close to saying "it's freezing today isn't it Sir Ranulph".
This, to the man who has single handedly traversed the Bentley Subglacial Trench in Antarctica and was the first human to reach both the North and the South Poles.
I'm glad I didn't.
For the auction I was given a signed copy of one of his books, Race to the Pole, which I'd really like to read actually, but best not as my fingers tend to be quite smudgy. I thank Sir Ranulph ever so much for his compliance and for the gift.
Finally I owe a massive debt of gratitude to the Evening Standard who have today run a piece on the challenge. I'm thankful not only because they've kindly swiped seven years off my age, but also because they've managed to rustle up an extra 18 or so handshakes from somewhere.
Yep, I've apparently greeted 68 people so far and not 51 and it must be true because I read it in the papers.
On the downside, what with all of this publicity I guess my speeddating days are over....