I did a quick google on him, and the 2nd or 3rd thing that came up was "Charles Egerton - breakfast for 6". Unfortunate! (it was a prize he'd donated)
Still, very impressive he continued. I saw him come past just before 6 miles, he looked like he was going to explode and we were sure he was going to get taken off in an ambulance. He must have incredible willpower.
If it was made obvious that he was not actually competing in the marathon, i.e. he didn't wear a race number, I would have absolutely no problem with him wandering along any stretch of the course he liked, collecting for whatever charity he liked. It's just that I wouldn't donate to him. In fact, I'd have more sympathy if he just dropped out altogether at 6 miles. It's the deception - and the intention to deceive - that's so wrong.
I'm really not sure the end justifies the means. Should a charity accept money obtained in an armed bank raid? Should it accept donations from muggings? Or fraud? And would the excuse "it's going to charity" justify such crimes?
Well, I'm hugely peed off. I take a pocketful of pound coins out with me to throw into the collecting buckets as runners go past. However, I don't happen to have enough money to throw pound coins at all and sundry - so I have to choose. I gave money to Tommy the Clown and didn't give to another charity runner as a result. Who says Scottish Huntingtons Disease is a more deserving charity than the leukaemia one that I didn't support? I would say 99% of charities are deserving of my money, but I can't afford to give to all. It's exactly the same principle as sponsoring runners - you don't decide to sponsor someone £5 and another person £25 because you prefer the second person's charity, you sponsor them according to how well you know them, how much effort it costs them and how much you can afford to give. The charity is almost irrelevant when it comes to sponsorship - if you really care about a charity, you set up a direct debit anyway.
It looks to me like the guy simply jumped on the mainline train at Greenwich and either changed at London Bridge to get off at Blackfriars or got off at Waterloo East and walked over Blackfriars Bridge or Waterloo Bridge.
Whatever, I really resent the fact that he conned me out of money (even though it's only a couple of quid!). I don't care that it still goes to the charity, the point is that I gave it to him because he convinced me he was running 26.2 miles. I'd rather have given it to the guy just in front of him who really did complete a marathon.
you cheeky sod, Multi! Not only dragging my good name through the mud behind my back, but implying that I jump lights! I never have!
Well, I wasn't going to mention it, but for that... in all your twelve years of cycling on London streets, all togged up in your lycra and riding your poncey Bianchi, have you ever had your ass whupped by some girly overtaking you on a step-through hybrid, in jeans and jumper and cagoule?! Now come on, answer honestly... :-)
Well, I was only checking in to see if there was a social coming up, but it looks like not, so I'll be off again... bye, have fun!
I did say 'relatively smoke-free'! Don't know what other people think, but I'd say that the Hardy (on Traf Road) and the Vanburgh Tavern are both less smoky than the Plume of Feathers, or the Hare & Billet, for example. I don't think I know any others well enough to comment. I just really hate it when you go out for an evening and the next morning have a terrible sore throat from everybody else's cigarettes...