Secret Identity

It's time you all knew...

Some of you already suspected...

I am a superhero.


Ok... Here's the dealio... Me being the absolutely splendid chap that I am, I have registered for this years TACHEBACK challenge!

For those of you who are saying "what the hell is Tacheback?!", well, it's an anual event run by the Cancer Research Institute in order to raise money for research intop testicular and prostate cancer. Obviously, for those who know me and my extended family, cancer has already played a big part so raising money for this cause has taken on a personal edge... Basically, I am going to stop shaving my top lip for the WHOLE of september. At the end of the month, I will be the proud owner of a trained sub nasal ferret whom I will call Fudgy.

Of course this means great sacrifice and hardship on my part, not to mention the discomfort Katie, my good lady wife will have to deal with! I will of course be posting my progress on this blog... You have been warned!

In order to raise money for this event, I am looking for sponsorship. That's where all you good people in Blogland come in!

Here are a few links to help exlpain things a bit more clearly...

Firstly, Here's the link to Tacheback Central... All you ever wanted to know about it is right here!

http://www.tacheback.com/index.php

Here's a link to my "Tache Troop"... I will not be fighting the fight against the evil razor lords alone! By the way... ignore the photo... That's last years. There is a link on this page that will allow you to make a donation or a pledge, so please... Dig deep!

http://www.bmycharity.com/v2/rafnortholt

And lastly, this link is a link to the charity behind the hilarity... Check them out and all the good work they do.

http://www.9web.co.uk/everyman/index.html

Spread the word good citizens of earth... We need you to help save us and become honorary members of the FANTACHETIC FOUR!

What the Mahoozadiddle?!

A peek into the mind of the British Criminal Mind...

Ok... Picture the scene...

It's 6:30am, I've literally JUST got up and I'm still half asleep... the doorbell rings... I scramble into my dressing gown ("robe" for my transatlantic followers) and go downstairs expecting perhaps a delivery or something. Instead, I'm standing in the doorway in front of an RAF police officer!

Naturally, the first thing I think is "What the freakin' hell?" Then he asks "Does the green car over there belong to you?". Well, he was pointing right at my car so duty bound I confirmed it was. He then asks me to go and check the car "to see if anything had been stolen"!!!

It turns out that a bunch of young thugs had been seen wandering about our estate in the early hours and when the RAF police came out to investigate, the found my car door wide open! Stuff had been thrown all over the car and all the door compartments and glove box had been opened and emptied... All over the bloody place!

Now here's the odd thing...

Despite the mess, which was easily tidied up, there was NOT ONE THING missing! There was a bunch of spare change (about £6) in the door, a radio controlled model plane on the back seat, all my drivers documents and car registration stuff in the glove box and a groovy Homer Simpson on the dash... They didn't take a thing! Not even the money!

Maybe they developed a concience...

Maybe they felt sorry for us...

Or just perhaps, THEY WERE MORE THAN A BIT THICK!

Anyhow, everything is fine now. I'm guessing here, but considering they never touched anything else and they had basically "searched" the car, they must have been looking for something in particular, perhaps the keys, or more likely they saw I had a GPS satnav bracket installed and thought I was an idiot and would keep it hidden in the car (this seems to be one of the latest "popular crimes" over here).

Bet you wish all crims were as considerate?!