No. 21 – Take a mop into a bar and convince people that it is my friend

Well this one was easier than expected. I don’t whether this says more about the task or the town I live in (believe me, either could be true knowing this place! I love it though).

So, I went into a bar with George the mop. Here he is:


He was up for a good time.

When taking him into the bar, people just came up to me and asked me who he was. On replying “he is George”, they just replied “Oh, hello George!”. Well, that was easy.


We had fun checking out the talent….


…and he raised a few eyebrows.

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…still, he was a big hit with the ladies…


…and got on really well with the lads.


Still, no night out on the tiles is the same without pulling a hot lady bouncer. He obviously likes strong women.


Oh, George; you’re bungalowed again! Someone needs a kebab.


No. 12 – Squashed Fairy Shoot

So before I go into the fairy shoot, a little more about the reason for this blog. I’m using it as a fun way to raise awareness of ME/CFS. The name is actually undergoing a proposed change to “Systemic Exertion Intolerance Disease”, or SEID, because it is more than being tired, and that people are sensitive to various forms of exertion, be it physical, cognitive or emotional (stress). For example, the cognitive stuff. Many people like to disappear into their own heads as a reprieve from the real world for a while, which can be relaxing. For some with ME/CFS, it is as though you have gone into your head, only to find that someone has locked the door behind you, and you’re stuck in there with all of the bits that scare you, sometimes for years. This impacts your whole awareness of the world around you, and concentration is impossible. Playing gigs like it is definitely a character building experience. If you meet someone with ME and they seem a bit out of it, please try to be patient and understanding. To be fair, most do see the funny side that they spent the morning trying to fit their cornflakes in the freezer or put pickled onions in the cat bowl.

So onto the fun stuff again!!

Ok, so squashed fairies; I feel the need to explain. Terry Jones of Monty Python fame wrote a book entitled “Lady Cottington’s Pressed Fairies”. Lady Cottington collected fairies from the bottom of her garden and pressed them like flowers. Here are some examples:




Beautiful, huh? So, my good friend Wednesday started a photography project based on these photos. On a warm, sunny day in the Westcountry, she had me lying on the floor in a dainty dress, pulling some really fun facial expressions. Add some magical wings and fairy dust, and here it is. Elkie Seviour, the squashed fairy (click on the photo to enlarge).


Prog Magazine’s 2013 heartthrob. Let that sink in for a while 😉

Keep tuned for the race of the blog items. I will add that the zip-wire will be completed late for geographical/logistical reasons on the 20th March. I’m endeavoring to get through the rest before the 7th March.

No. 17: Watch all of the Monty Python films in one sitting

So, we did it. We watched all of the Monty Python films in one sitting (By ‘we’. I mean myself, Wednesday, Howard and Bill). There’s not a lot to show for this, however we made a fun game which included squeaking a child’s toy every time a noteworthy quote came up. This coupled with the amount of port/beer/Domino’s we had made for some seriously loud moments. We started with And Now For Something Completely Different, moved onto Life of Brian, then to Meaning of Life and ended with the ever memorable Holy Grail. We stayed awake for the lot. Honest.

I promise the item on the left is a child’s toy.








This little chap is Sir Edmund Brainfreeze. No ridiculous event is complete without a mascot, and he now lives in the lounge. Cute little beggar, ain’t he? Thanks to Wednesday’s Mum for her wonderful skill in making him.



No. 6: Pole Dancing lesson.

Oh yes! Now this one was fun, although I write this today lacking the ability to walk in a straight line or move my arms. Totally worth it. Mr friend Ginny and I met a wonderful lady from the Wiltshire company Pole Krazee called Gina. I found out how many ways one can lose one’s dignity whilst hanging upside down on a pole. Turns out there are quite a few.

The health benefits of pole dancing are apparently limitless, although it’s best not to ask me for them on the morning after my first session.

Also, it was cold.

I want to thank Gina and Ginny for being sporting enough to help me with this, and for giving me a fantastic taster lesson to get a great idea of how pole works. I’d thoroughly recommend it.

And yes, I’m glad I wore two pairs of shorts. Dignity loss #74 narrowly averted.