It ain’t easy this life of mine, y’know. Sure, it’s all fun and games on the blog but I’d like to take this opportunity to illustrate to you just how tough it can be doing what I do.
Here are some of the recent pains that I have had to endure for my art (and it is art):
- Cracked my head on the ceiling, bounding down the stairs to answer the phone to what turned out to be an Olympian who wants to join my South Pole trip
- Been woken up with Man Flu just before midnight on Christmas Eve by a phone call from Antarctica (though they did sing to me)
- Eaten too many biscuits and become hugely obese
- Been pushed to my “aerobic max” whilst training for my Mile
- Had an office I was temping in laugh at me for producing a business card
- Damn near broke my neck through my commitment to washboard abs whilst trying to conduct a phone call balancing on my Swiss ball
- Forced to sleep in a bush 300 yards from my house and jump in the Thames on my lunchbreak just to prove a point
- Dressed up as Santa Claus and cycled an electric bike around London to promote it for cash (OK, this wasn’t suffering, it was comedy!)
- Ran through two miles of snow and several groups of revellers at 9pm on New Year’s Eve to send a press release about some girls arriving at some Pole (again, less suffering than fun)
