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MoonWalk 2017: I wore my bra with pride…

Breast Cancer, it’s horrible, so how could I refuse to do my bit, get my moobs, along with my spare socks, stuffed into a bra , and walk a marathon overnight to raise some dosh for charity? Plus Mrs P has already done 3 (marathons that is, including a running one – she’s a toughie…). Time to man up, stick my chest out and get marching…

I’m not quite sure what black fur bras indicates about my predilections for sexy lingerie, and damned itchy it was too. How do the girls do it every day…? But here we are at the beginning, full of positive energy and slight nerves, given that I had done no training whatsoever apart from walking the dog…

15,000 women on the night (plus some men – not many, but a few plucky ones) Many, many, many bras on show and all of them decorated but functional. That’s a lady queue below – you know what for – one of the distinct advantages I had on the night being a bloke…


And we’re off! Decent pace and no rain. All smiles and chatter for the first few miles… (girls gossiping whilst walking, it comes naturally). Lovely support from good friends – Great to see you Sus and Jenny, “wooohoo!” (that was the tone of the evening…)!!! And we are still going strong by mile 10.


By mile 16 blisters are arriving, chit chat has faded, and trudge-drudgery has set in. Thank heavens for hot chocolate at Sloane Square plus a few swigs from my hip flask. The restorative powers of Brandy mixed with Grand Marnier are remarkable…

OK, I look a bit knackered at mile 25. But full of joy at mile 26! The end in sight, and an overwhelming feeling of relief… that I could get that damned itchy bra off at last!

So that was my first marathon: 8 hours of blister inducing walking, trussed up in a bra, surrounded by gaggles of women who didn’t stop chattering until the dawn chorus took over. Not bad for a Saturday night!

(I would like to say a huge thank you to everyone who sponsored Mrs P and me. Your generosity helped push us over the line. If you read this and you would like to contribute – we all know someone who’s suffered from this cancer – then don’t hesitate to click on the link and do your bit. Thank you!)

Mrs P’s great day – the London Marathon

Yesterday was a Great Day. Why great? Because so many people fulfilled their ambition – to run the London marathon. What an achievement! 37,500 people. The largest charity fund raising event in the world. And the rain held off until the end. So British!

We were out in force to support Mrs P, for whom a marathon was on the list of top 10 things to do before she dies (she’s still got a few left, so I’m not too worried, yet…). The nerves had been jangling all week in anticipation of the big day. Finally, the off!

Nervous and ready

looking good at 6 miles

What is it about the Brits? Any excuse to get our kit off, or put some silly kit on. But of course we love a bit of zaniness! And there were a few crackers on display yesterday:

Ray's got his tools out!


Imagine 26.2 miles dressed as a tiger...

Having shouted our heads off in support of Mrs P at the Cutty Sark, time to dive through the Greenwich tunnel onto the Isle of Dogs for rendezvous 2:

The kids under the river

Granny & Grandad too, & Isabelle, flown in from Switzerland to support Mrs P

But where was Mrs P? Had we missed her, distracted by all the entertainment on offer?

Hula Hoop girl + Mrs Whiplash, on a ladder, of course(?)

She was really good!

The runners kept running past, and we got a bit peckish, so stopped for some chips. And of course that’s when Mrs P jogged past. She wasn’t best pleased that we were scoffing chips, and I had put down the camera, so no photo at this stage (15 miles in, ooops…)


Luckily we caught her again at mile 18 (having finished our chips). Still looking good, and we roared her and her friends on!

The 3 (sweaty) Graces

We jumped in the tube and shot off to the Embankment for the next rendezvous. Getting there considerably quicker than the runners, we had time for a coffee and a chat, before needing to yell our support again…

Mile 24 - you're doing great! Keep it up!!!

At which point it began to rain. How typical. That give Isa, our Swiss friend, a chance to try out some new fashion ideas from Zurich

Mind you, she did keep dry!

And we looked like drowned rats anyway

So on to the last stretch. More cheering and clapping and congratulations and, frankly, amazement at the fantastic achievement of all of these runners.

Blimey, he made it! Well done!!!

Well done Ray - he'll never be parted from his tools...

And at last, our own heroes. What an achievement! A real life affirming moment! Hats off to Mrs P and all the runners! So proud of her! Well done!!!

You are STARS!

(She’s immediately started talking about doing the New York marathon next…. Bonkers!)



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