For some months the children of Wimbledon have spoken in anxious and hushed voices about the THING that lurks on Wimbledon Common. Some say they have seen its agonised form shuffling as if in chains, moaning with despair. Like some conjured nightmare dressed in lycra and sweating like a carthorse running the National, it shambles past complaining about its shins and nipple rub.

It's that time of year again. The London Marathon is looming in the diary and I am running for CLIC Sargent, a charity that works with families that have children affected by cancer. The work they do is important and by sponsoring me to stumble round London in a sweatband shouting obscenities, you can be part of the effort to tackle childhood cancer.

Thanks for visiting the site.

Sean