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Radio 1 Comic Relief

I, like a fair few of you I imagine, got quite into Chris Moyles and Dave Vitty doing their thing for 52 hours. It was entertaining from start to finish, and so refreshing to see that in this day and age, where we are constantly being asked to dig in our pockets for one thing or another, people can still be so generous.


It was quite amazing, partly because it was such a normal thing to do. When they go off and do these wonderful treks and gruelling expeditions, that is fantastic, but just two blokes doing their job and not leaving for two days kind of hits home with a lot of people I think. You can relate to it more, and everyone’s been through the cabin fever thing or stayed awake for a day or two at some point, so I think people are even more inclined to get involved because of the proximity of it. It’s always nice to be a part of things like this too. Comic Relief is a great charity that does on-going work the world over so it’s quite special really.


I have always supported Comic Relief, so I feel like I want to thank everyone who donated. It's really rather humbling that we can all help other people in such a simple way. It took a matter of seconds to send a text to donate a pound to that. That's nothing much, when you think about it. But to someone somewhere, that really is something. Something that is actually quite wonderful.


Puts you in quite a good mood for a Friday really.


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