"Arse Biscuits!" and My Saviour Steve

"Arse Biscuits"

If you have read the previous posts, you will know that I have been checking a website claiming to be "the official MDS website for the UK, Ireland and Israel" and that information for the 2013 MDS was forthcoming and forthcoming and forthcoming. Was it forthcoming? No.

By the time I had phoned them for the 10th time and finally got through to some random women wondering what the craic was, she didn't have a clue. Her response to my "false advertising" claim was that she didn't know anything. The following day, the website had changed.

So as it turns out that there's a new website, as a different company had taken over the registration for the MDS. "Arse biscuits" (courtesy of Fr. Jack Hackett pictured above) was how I summed up my disappointment very loudly when I realised that all of their 2013 places were sold out and I was 14 days too late, arse biscuits indeed. To make me feel even worse, they had started a registration list for 2014, compounding the guilt I had for not being more thorough in my research. Woe is me.

And so as I went home on the Friday, I threw all the toys out of my pram and I sulked, sulked at home, sulked my way through dinner with my wife Yvonne and friends of ours that night and then sulked my way through the weekend.

Yvonne told me that if I really wanted to get in, then I should get on with contacting charities etc. I sulked at that too.

On the Monday I thought it might be worth sending a "woe is me" email to the new website (http://www.runningsahara.com/ - RS) and to any charitable organisation that had ever anything to do with the MDS. One charity came back to me to offer me a potential place based on a proposal I was to submit around how I would raise money for them. Just as I was thinking how I was going to raise the money, RS came back and said it was no harm going on the waiting list and if that didn't work they said I could have a charity place with the official MDS charity - Solidarite - for 2013. Thank you to my saviour Steve at RS. Goodbye arse biscuits, hello smiley face.