I'm still in a prawn cracker syndicate (with a sideline in losing football bets) with 3 of those brilliant people, one of which has just signed on to run the London Marathon for the first time next year.
This is remarkable because John, when we first met, could not be described as a natural athlete. However years of running has caused his waistline to recede as rapidly as mine has expanded.
And despite having knees that those with the proper medical training would describe as 'fucked', I am fully behind him in this. Not literally. I'll be miles away at home not watching it on telly. Unless he and Stu do it as Dobbin from Rent-a-Ghost. I'd watch that.
And if you are lucky enough not to know what Macmillan do, here is some info
So please, if you know John or hate cancer, please help him reach his lofty target. If he exceeds it, he will totally run it dressed as a horse*
*Come on John, it's for a good cause! Plus it's 4x the good luck built in!
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