Some of you may have already heard of little Oscar Knox.  For those who haven’t, Oscar is a four-year-old boy in Belfast fighting stage 4 neuroblastoma, an extremely aggressive form of childhood cancer. He needs immunotherapy treatment to prevent the disease returning, but unfortunately this is not offered on the NHS and treatment abroad could cost as much as £250,000. Due to an incredible fundraising effort by his family and an overwhelming response from the public wanting to help a really inspirational child, Oscar is well on his way to reaching his target and an opportunity at life.

Being close friends with Oscar’s aunty Martina, and having visited little Oscar and his family in Northern Ireland, this is a story that has really touched me personally. Oscar is one of those children that puts a smile on the face on everybody in the room and his family deserve the chance to give their wonderful son the best chance of recovery that medicine can provide. For this reason I’ve decided to put my body and dignity (or what’s left of it) on the line.

For those who don’t know me I have very few organizational skills, little or no physical prowess, musical ability or anything that would be useful for fundraising. However, what I have in abundance is hair. Luscious locks of the stuff flow from my every orifice and all over my frail frame. For a small price, you can unceremoniously rip this wiry fleece from my flesh in the name of wee Oscar.