Another serious one, folks. I’ll very shortly be making an update to the look of the blog and filling up that blank space down the right. I’ve had ideas about what to shove down there for a while (adverts, silly big logos, etc), but an email I got today’s prompted me to think that there are better uses.
Thanks to Lynn Lucas who mailed me from my Toon Page to tell me about the Great North Bike Ride 2005 which takes place over the August Bank Holiday weekend. Over the last couple of years, they’ve raised over £100,000 for cancer-related charities, last year’s Bike Ride alone pulling in £30,000 from 710 entrants. The Ride – and other events – are run in memory of Lynn’s son, Christopher, who died in 2000 of a rather nasty form of the disease.
The specific charity is The Chris Lucas Trust and their current aim is to fund a researcher within the NHS. Please, if you have the time, check out their web page and consider getting onto your aged pedalo for the day! I’ll be honest and say I can’t manage it – I go to Leeds Festival over that weekend and don’t own a bike anyway! However, I will either sponsor someone (first entrant to email me with details gets my cash) or just send a donation. Can’t say fairer than that!
As regards this page layout thingummy – mail me with a good cause you support. An event, something you want sponsored for, a long-standing charity… whatever. As long as there’s a web page and a means of donating via that web page (or at the very least contacting someone via an email link) I’ll list it down the right hand side. As the list grows, please check it and if you want to sponsor someone, go and do it. I’ve not got the world’s most popular blog by a long stretch, but 5000 or so visits in 2 months tells me that there must be a lot of people passing through.
Go on – "click through" onto something worthwhile!
OK, this one really beggars belief. Police have slapped an ASBO on a suicide attemptee.
Am I being a bit naive, or is threatening someone with jail time when they’re aim is to fucking kill themself a little bit bloody pointless? In a bid to prevent her "upsetting people", this woman has been banned from jumping into rivers or hanging from railway bridges. Wouldn’t they be just as well giving her a gun and saying "look – just fuck off into that room back there and do it properly"?
What next? Driving bans for axe murderers? House arrests for wife-beaters?
OK, folks. I called KFC’s head office today and got their address. It’s bizarre. You ring them and a nice receptionist puts you through to their “address line” which is basically a recorded message. Why they don’t just put the thing on their web page, I don’t know.
Anyway, please – if you hate that fucking advert – drop them a line and tell them. The address is:
Yum Restaurants International
32 Goldsworth Road
I suppose you want to see what I wrote. *sigh* OK then…
Let me first say that I am a great fan of KFC and have been known in recent history to quite literally “live off” the stuff for stupidly long periods of time. Recently, however, I have been forced to make the harsh decision to boycott the restaurants. I have even gone as far as to blog my decision, much to the disbelief of most of my friends who know that I’ll likely starve as a result.
I am one to stick to my principles, and I am also not one normally swayed by advertising. However, the recent “operatic” campaign is just so painfully awful that I have chosen never to set foot in a KFC again until they are removed from the television. The whale-mouthed screacher who takes a full 30 seconds of “woooaooaooaoohhh” to tell her colleague that he can’t have her mini-fillet burger is a bigger deterrant for KFC than Supersize Me was for McDonald’s.
Perhaps it seems a little backwards but I very rarely jump at a new product (or decide to revisit a store I normally frequent anyway) on the basis of advertising. However, if something annoys me enough then I will find it quite easy to refuse to pass my money to that company again on the basis that they’ve wasted my hard-earned cash by paying some advertising executive who needs a kick up the back end rather than a bonus. I won’t touch Sainsbury’s because I hate Jamie Oliver, for instance. Mind, that big-gobbed woman really gives him a run for his money in the hate stakes.
I would, as such, be very grateful if you could give me a ballpark idea of when this intensely annoying campaign is due to finish its run. While my arteries are breathing a sigh of relief and the local sandwich shop is doing cartwheels at the added income, I do miss my Tower burgers.
Incidentally, I also think that another of the ads was rather ill-advised. Who on earth thought that having a bunch of “African Americans” singing about fried chicken was going to help shift burgers? What next? Watermelon desserts and a kids meal with a toy butler that says “Yus, Massah?”.
Yours faithfully (and with a rumbling stomach and rapidly unclogging arteries),
P.S. In readiness for this assault on the senses being binned, is there any chance you could restore the “restaurant finder” that used to be on the web page?
I shit you not. The letter is printed and will be in the post tomorrow morning.
Does it count as being healthy if you leave the gherkins on your Big Mac to get the vitamins?
A friend of mine has just pissed me off. I’m stuck in the office and I get an email saying "See ya later – I’m off for a jacuzzi". Git. Sorry – I’m not allowed to call them that. Bitch.
Jacuzzis are a great idea. They seem expensive at first, but when you work out the saving over the cost of years on the amount of beans you’d have to buy to work one manually they’re quite economical. Plus, you can have candles round the bath which is definitely not an option with the bean-powered version.