There was an old Countess of Bray And you may think it odd when I say That despite her high rank and education She always spelled c*nt with a ‘K’ King George VI, The Crown (2016, Netflix) Despite beginning this week’s sojourn into my twisted mind with wild profanities, I must assure you that there is context to my crudeness, and in my miserable attempt at comedy. But before I deliver said context, get yourselves comfy and ‘hyggelig’, and prepare yourselves for some Grade A bollocks, because you’re about to be lectured on how to live your lives, which is, by anyone’s measure, complete bullshit. Why? Because I’m twenty-five years old, which is to some of you only a few years out from wetting t
Gareth W. Dunn
Hi, my name's Gareth, and I'm blogging about living with incurable cancer to raise money for Cancer Research UK before I pop my clogs. Take a look at my first post for some background, if you like. I'm totally hilarious, so it's worth a read, promise.
This blog is dedicated to my dearly departed friends, and two wonderful people taken before their time, James Averill and Sara Djoudi. Please give what you can!