"Fanny, Champion of the World" has had a sh*te time of it lately. That's an understatement, but frankly there's no statement large enough to encompass what our Fanny has had to endure this last year.

Losing a husband to a cancer, raising two grief-stricken children alone for the first time, while also managing the business you and your husband shared, would be enough to break even the steeliest resolve of most; being diagnosed with breast cancer yourself a few months later takes the f*cking biscuit (again, an understatement).

Well enough is enough. 2016 might have brought us Brexit, Trump and that rubbish new toblerone bar, but we'll be damned if it's going to serve another sh*t sandwich to our friend Fanny.

800 of us are friends of hers on Facebook. If we all chipped in just a couple of quid (I'm sure we can do better than that though!), it would give her one less headache to deal with and would go some way to evening up the karmic balance of Fanny's year. Come on everyone, dig deep, raid the swear jar, sell the cat/dog/eldest child - let's #FundFanny!

In case you have just read that and thought who's Fanny

https://www.facebook.com/fannythechamp/?fref=nf&pnref=story