Cancer is a bitch. That goes without saying.

4 Years ago, it snuck up and quickly took my nan.

It's been given a kicking by my sister but there's now the yearly checks for her to dread.

I think it's about time I did something to help.

To that end I've come up with a tiered system of possible humiliation to go through as the donations come in.

0 - 150 GBP - We all have the warm glow of helping support cancer research.

150 GBP - Being the hairy bugger that I am, I will don shorts and allow the legs out to be waxed in public.

250 GBP - The wax session extends to arms giving me the appearance of a plucked chicken for a few weeks.

300 GBP - We switch things up. We ditch the previous tiers and go extreme. Someone gets to take some clippers and shear the head. Nothing better than getting into the coldest part of the year with nothing to keep my ears warm.

400 GBP - I'm doubting we'll hit this but this reinstates the leg waxing.

500 GBP - Let's complete the shearing by waxing the arms and legs.

I've done the maths and it's all doable. Easily if everyone who comes through my place of employment in a week donates just 1GBP.