Graham Pond
Sponsor my moustache - fight cancer!
Fundraising for The Institute of Cancer Research & Everyman
Story
Hello there
Cancer is a terrible, terrible thing. I think we can all agree on that. Now while I wouldn't necessarily say that male cancer is any worse than female cancer, it's certainly more likely to affect me. Me and my testicles. That however, is not why I've decided to take it on and defeat it.
I've decided to take it on and defeat it because the people at Tacheback have made it easy. All I have to do is grow a moustache. For a month. And then, with the money you donate to help me along my merry way, the Everyman Male Cancer Campaign people will do whatever the hell it is they do and stop those horrible prostate and ballsac tumours in their tracks.
Good for them!
Oh, I don't know. It's worth a shot though, isn't it. And what with one in three people getting cancer, one man dying of cancer every hour, and lots of other utterly terrifying statistics which basically mean that you or someone you love is simply *bound* to be rolling around in potentially fatal agony very, very soon, you should probably do what you can to help in this rather amusing context. Before it gets horribly serious.
Go on, don't be a tightarse.
Oh, and if I've sponsored you before for any reason whatsoever, you are morally obliged to now reciprocate.
I thank you. My prostate thanks you. My aching balls thank you.
Cancer is a terrible, terrible thing. I think we can all agree on that. Now while I wouldn't necessarily say that male cancer is any worse than female cancer, it's certainly more likely to affect me. Me and my testicles. That however, is not why I've decided to take it on and defeat it.
I've decided to take it on and defeat it because the people at Tacheback have made it easy. All I have to do is grow a moustache. For a month. And then, with the money you donate to help me along my merry way, the Everyman Male Cancer Campaign people will do whatever the hell it is they do and stop those horrible prostate and ballsac tumours in their tracks.
Good for them!
Oh, I don't know. It's worth a shot though, isn't it. And what with one in three people getting cancer, one man dying of cancer every hour, and lots of other utterly terrifying statistics which basically mean that you or someone you love is simply *bound* to be rolling around in potentially fatal agony very, very soon, you should probably do what you can to help in this rather amusing context. Before it gets horribly serious.
Go on, don't be a tightarse.
Oh, and if I've sponsored you before for any reason whatsoever, you are morally obliged to now reciprocate.
I thank you. My prostate thanks you. My aching balls thank you.