Next year on January 31st a group of completely and utterly bonkers rugby girls, plus some of their friends and family, are taking part in the world's hardest, most challenging and terrifying beyond belief assault course, Toughguy.

Why, why I hear you cry? Stop the madness at once, sit down, chillax and stuff your face with more Quality Street than is safely recommended by government health officials.

But no, we are not going to be doing that this Christmas. We are going to be training hard, in whatever weather this country can throw at us, so we can give a little something back the world.

This is the time of year when you see all of those television adverts, pleading with you to offer up your hard earned Xmas dollars in aid of some charity or another. And whilst you may be touched by their appeal in the millisecond it takes you to change the channel, you mentally turn into Ebenezer Scrooge.

The Tough girls however, think we have a more convincing way of getting you to part with your money. We are going to be electrocuted, scorched by flame and partially drowned in sub zero temperature water, all to get you to part with some dough.

We aren’t going to guilt trip you into giving money by showing you pictures of those less fortunate than you, because we know that you desensitised humbugs wont buy it. What we are going to do is shame you into giving money because you yourself haven’t got the balls to drag yourself through an icy river in deepest darkest winter with the rest of us.

So blow the cobwebs out of your purses and donate. We would really, really appreciate it, as this day of hell needs more of a purpose than simply proving that we are all idiots for entering.

Thanks from the toughgirls and guys xx