In the immortal words of ABBA, “Money, money, money”. And now, forty-five years hence, with their place in this blog, Agnetha, Björn, Benny and Anni-Frid have finally, at last, made it. Because their ode to wealth (and their lack thereof, which is clearly bollocks, because I’ve been to the ABBA Museum in Stockholm, and they clearly had money) is perfectly apt for this months’ instalment of literary diarrhoea. Over the past six-and-a-half months, whilst I’ve either been holed up on a hospital ward projectile vomiting, or gallivanting around the world, other selfless (don’t let it go to your heads) individuals have given up their time, energy and sanity for the cause of raising funds for Cance
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!