Bald Britney Steals My Thunder

For the last few years, I’ve considered participating in the Shave for a Cure – usually about two or three days too late, which was some relief.

Unfortunately, this year I remembered in time, and seem to have accidentally registered myself while temporarily groggy from a concussion.  When I was just tossing up the idea of doing it for real this time, I mentioned it to a few people and kept hearing more stories of people who’ve been directly effected by cancer – not all leukaemia, but still, it reinforced the reasons for doing the shave in the first place.

Please – if you want to see the pathetic spectacle of a shaved Wookiee – click here to sponsor me, and remember, aside from the obvious reasons to donate money (charity towards people with cancer, evil intent towards me) – it’s also tax deductible.

And if anyone would like to come and see the travesty unfold in person, there will be a sombre, respectful denuding operation at Jeremy’s Cafe 93 Albert Street, Brisbane City on Friday March 16th from 5.30pm – bring money if you’re coming and RSVP  for catering purposes. 

And now my entire stock of photos of myself are going to become wildly obsolete, and that’s before I’ve even worked out how to post pics here.  Hooray.

(As an aside, it turns out my home computer doesn’t have a virus, it’s a hardware problem which will take even longer to fix.  Seeing I spent more than $300 last week to upgrade my virus software and re-purchase my operating system, I’m somewhat miffed.  But to rapidly approach the point of my anecdote – I’ll still be posting erratically until I get that fixed)