Updates, Links, Articles and Events
I have been a bit quiet online of late: apologies, but the outside world needs laughter and no one else in the universe could possibly help (apart from all the other comedians out there, some films, telly programmes and the odd feather).
OK then, I’ve been sloppy because frankly time has been flying by. It used to be – when I was a lad (Spangles, Kajagoogoo, affordable housing etc etc) – that Christmas seemed an age away and days at school were yawning chasms until the weekend and fun. Now all of a sudden my infant firstborn is 14 in a month, has hairy armpits and probably swears. What happened there? (That was your life mate, you should have been paying attention).
So apologies for the brevity but here are some links that are quite useful, I hope. First up – on February 25th I attended this year’s launch of Dermatrust, a vitally important charity which is looking to raise money to help with the treatment of people with skin conditions. At the moment there is a target of £3.4 million to be gathered which will help to fund important research and implement initiatives which could lead to drastic improvements in the lives of dermatology patients. I zipped to London and arrived with minutes to spare in order to be (and I never thought I’d feature this on my CV) Peter Mandleson’s Warm-Up Man!! I hadn’t quite realised that there were many illustrious potential donors there, so sort of bumbled my way through an ill-prepared bit of blather before the man himself gave a much more measured and intelligent talk designed to get them to part with their cash. Did he do a joke about hoovering up dead skin though? I don’t bally well think so!! Eat that House Of Lords! Though not unaware of the faults of our political system I nonetheless think it is quite exciting to rub shoulders with someone present at key decision making and world defining moments in modern history. And to tell more jokes than they did. And he seemed very nice – and having someone heavyweight lending their support to such fund-raising ventures is not to be underestimated. I suspect there wouldn’t have been quite such a turnout had the only non-medical speaker been a man (me) who was once in an episode of Holby City (albeit a man who was once in an episode of Holby City who tells more jokes than everyone else). There is lots to read on the Dermatrust website, and details of the efforts of some non sufferers who have been kind enough to run the marathon in order to raise money (running a marathon is one thing, but can they tell jokes about itchy skin? I think not!).
In addition to that, I have contributed to an article which highlights the benefits of treating the mental health ramifications of this pesky condition. It was published in a paper who’s name I do not care to mention (but imagine a curtain twitcher with more certainty than facts and a dubiousness about anything that has occurred since 1955 mixed with a mean spiritedness combined with an unjustified level of moral outrage and you can probably guess the organ to which I refer). Still its health pages are actually pretty detailed but nonetheless I am happier to link to the article here as it doesn’t involve a hit on that particular website. Some may say it’s hypocritical of me to feature in a paper I despise – I disagree. I didn’t profit from the piece in any way, I am simply trying to spread awareness, even if that awareness stretches into a place I wouldn’t want to go myself. There is so much ignorance about (not least in that newspaper) that I am happy to combat it anywhere. Plus Grace, the freelancer who wrote the piece, was very nice and worked hard to do a good job. I was amused that when requested for the photoshoot I was told that the paper had certain rules for their subjects: apparently readers of that paper aren’t to be subjected to people wearing black (it’s a news paper that doesn’t like black – who’d have thunk it?). I also couldn’t be entirely black and white (unlike their reporting). And finally, apparently no-one in that newspaper’s universe wears jeans, so jeans were forbidden on the photoshoot. I wore jeans*. The article (and offending photos – which didn’t make the printed paper itself) is here in case you missed the link earlier in the paragraph because you were still trying to work out which paper I was being oblique about (in which case, you probably read it).
Finally, next week there are a load of events in the North between 28th April and 2nd May as past of the Manchester Psoriasis Shout Out. I am taking part in some, you can take part in others. Info, links, videos and a timetable of events can be found here.
* I know, you’re thinking “What a maverick – he don’t play by no rules. He sticks it to da man”. Indeed I do. Especially when I accidentally lock myself out of my flat and have no choice but to go to the shot in what I’d be wearing all day.