The signs are there that winter is just around the corner. This morning I had to sit in my car with the engine running for five minutes to de-ice the windows after the first heavy frost, and then come lunchtime I’m accosted on the street by people in ‘funny’ costumes and day-glo wigs demanding money with menaces.
It’s Children in Need time again. An opportunity for anyone to act as daft as they like with the excuse that it’s all in a good cause. (Isn’t there something a bit sus about a grown man wanting to dress as Pudsey the Bear?)
They’ve been at this for 25 years now which does beg the question, why are the children still in need? We’re meant to have the lowest unemployment and the strongest economy for years, and yet we’re told that there are three million kids living in poverty. But I suppose poverty is a relative term that shifts over time. Certainly our poverty is nothing like that experienced by kids in Africa.
Not that I begrudge the money. There’s already three quid of mine rattling in the collecting tins and no doubt there will be more forthcoming once Terry Wogan has finished pulling on our heart-strings tonight. And they do achieve a lot of good.
I just wish they’d ditch the bear suits. Or at least fix its dodgy eye.