Dr Schwamp's Virgin London Marathon 2015 page
Sean MacGloin is raising money for Parkinson’s UK
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Yes, yes, yes, ladies and gentlemens, boys and girls and all creatures in between, the campaign is well underway to park this cursed Parkinson’s plight once and for all. I’m gonna run an outrageous 26 marathon miles in the memory of my Pa that got stricken and hauled off to the better worlds as a result of Parkinson’s disease.
You may scoff, splutter, guffaw and outright roar with scepticism at yours truly’s mis-intentioned efforts to haul this carcass over a finish line, but I submit I will have the last and loudest laugh my dear friends. In fact, I am imbued with such emotive and indefagitable filial confidence to the extreme that not only will I crack this footrace, but I will be a horse’s ass if the Doctor does not actually stride across thumping the sack, humping the gourd, spanking the bag--to wit, finish the race playing the bagpipes!
Care to lay a wager goodlady/sir? All donations, wagers or bullion (thrown in my general direction to silence the war pipes!)--derisory or genuine--will go to the furtherance of a cure for the trembling disease, curse of giants, culler of genius, killer of goodfolk.
The Shaking Palsy, beyond the reach of my finest elixirs, potions, lotions, pills, and as much as I am ashamed to say, Dr Schwamp’s extra-ordinary cure all tonic has laid to waste such luminaries as Pope John Paul II, Salvador Dali, Johnny Cash, the great Mohammed Ali all the way to that most sagacious, formidable and humble of men, my dear Pa, Thomas Patrick MacGloin.
So,
with heavy heart, heavy weight, yet basking in the radiance of the
paternal and the finest family, I began this campaign late last year in
the Far East, land of the inscrutable,
up a mountainside under the tutelage of kung fu master
Shrfu Sun Shi (check it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?
I’ve done landed in Londinium, site of this torturous marathon (allegedly designed and endorsed by Laurence Olivier), and am pounding the streets following my Pa’s footsteps, in dead man’s shoes trying to fill dead man’s shoes if you see what I mean…
…why not walk this Way with us? It ain’t El Camino to Santiago de Compostela (that comes later!), just a wee 26 mile jaunt about London. Give generously friend, help me to help us to help the good folk at Parkinson’s UK kick the ass out of the disease.
IL DOTTORE
NB: Some corollary or other of the Hippocratic Oath must forbid the medical community from a general prescription of coffee and tobacco smoke although these items (staple to any peripatetic vendor of lore and medicinal acumen!) appear to protect against the onset of Parkinson’s disease.