I’ve supported this effort for Prostate Cancer for the past
how many years. Growing my moustache to the horror of my wife and others, who,
on the best of days bare the burden of looking at my face grudgingly, let alone
when it is garnished with red, copper wire-like facial hair.
Since I was born and started remembering things, which was
approximately at the age of 18, I learnt one thing. Well actually, strangely
enough, I learnt many other things as well, but one thing that actually stuck was,
that if you don’t want others to laugh at you on their own, you need to join
them.
During the years I made an arse of myself a few times a day.
The velocity increased to a few times every half a day then to a few times
every few hours and eventually became an automatic, unstoppable storm of
idiocies every few minutes.
That meant that I was laughing with the others all the time,
while trying to ignore the embarrassed facial expressions (even sometimes agony
and even sadness) of my extended family and prim and proper friends.
Hey, they chose me… OK in some cases I manufactured some of
them and as for my wife… She did have a choice, even though I hid my
“inadequacies” from her obviously very stealthily during our courtship…..
Anyway, as I said. It’s Movember and I have the old ‘stach
growing at the speed of running super glue, but it will get there in the end.
In itself, except for adding to my rugged cowboy looks, it’s
not such an embarrassment I hear you think.
And you’re absolutely correct! Well done for the insightful…
ahm… insight.
The thing is. This year I’m not only thinking of the well
being of my prostate. I’ve lowered the initiative a bit. Literally.
On Friday of this week, I, along with some other brave
Daredevils will be running in the? You’ve got it. The annual Daredevil Run.
The great thing is that it will be quite a nostalgic run. I
will be “competing” in this stunt filled exercise through the streets of the
suburb where I grew up and where many, many, many people, including ministers
of the church and elders and teachers (who tried their best – but failed
miserably, I hasten to add) still live.
I will be half naked. The top half – don’t worry. I will be
wearing some running shoes (with socks) and a Baywatch inspired red speedo….
Oh. And I may have the radio on as well.
So if you think you see David Hasselhoff running through the
streets and parks of Rietondale in Pretoria and you think he lost a lot of hair
and got a bit “round” at the waist line and decide against approaching for an
autograph, just keep the following in mind.
It’s for Testicular Cancer and I HAVE THE BALLS for running for my BALLS!!
Groete uit die woestyn en van al die Arabiere
1 comment:
Will you be wearing a purple one this month?
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