COMIC RELIEF? MORE LIKE COMIC STRESS!

                                   COMIC RELIEF?  MORE LIKE COMIC STRESS

It has now become a quest, attempting to avoid Red Nose Day and everything that goes with it.  As those of you who know me will be only too well aware, I am not miserable by nature but I do find the substandard comedy, the improvisation and the hideous attempts to sit for six hours in a bath full of baked beans, all slightly unedifying.

I never thought I would have anything in common with Germaine Greer but I am reminded that she appeared on Room 101 a little while ago and attempted to send charity organisations to the bin.  To be fair, it wasn't charities per se, but their attempts at raising money.  I am in total agreement with her.  The idea of jogging up 20 mountains, travelling by pogo stick from John o'Groats to Lands End and generally being an embarrassment to those you hope will sponsor you just fills me with dread.  As she said, why not just send a cheque to the appropriate charity and get it over with?  Last night was not conducive to tuning in to BBC 1.  Luckily, there was an extremely interesting programme on George Mallory and Everest on BBC 2.  I can't remember him being sponsored by  Red Noses  in the mid-1920s.  He just donned gaberdine attire and hobnail boots - a proper person! 

The only contact I had with Red Nose Day yesterday  was due to my fruitless attempt to find the car park entrance to Waitrose in Cobham, Surrey.  With a desire to consume an Indian meal once home, I continued my journey to Sainsbury's where I was greeted by some complete oaf donning a red nose and a t-shirt, expecting shoppers arriving to donate to his cause.  I gave him a wide berth.  It didn't end there, of course, as every member of staff was wearing red.  Have just made a note in the diary not to visit Sainsbury's on Red Nose Day next year.  Can somebody please send me a bucket of sand and I will willingly bury my head in it.