Tuesday, 26 February 2013

How to get involved


Whilst not being in the least bit egotistical and casting all modesty aside, I’d like to think that maybe one or two people out there have stumbled across my first few ramblings and thought, ‘hang about a minute, how can I make suggestions of things for Alison to do, or vote for my favourite ideas if I don’t know where to go to suggest or vote?’ …   

… to which end, you can follow me on Facebook or Twitter by clicking on the following links:



Photos and videos of my fifty firsts will be uploaded to document my endeavours and chart my progress, but in the meantime please like me, or follow me and vote for your favourite things for me to do by liking or retweeting them.

Meanwhile, I’ve had the offer of driving a tractor and doing a spot of clay pigeon shooting courtesy of friends, both of which would be firsts.  Also to be added to the list is to do some tree jumping at Go Ape at Leeds Castle in Kent, as my eldest daughter wants to do that for her birthday in July.  This could either be some good practice for the whole tumbling out of an aeroplane whilst strapped to someone else and a parachute or alternatively if it came afterwards it would surely be a piece of cake … because the fear of heights is bound to be cured after that, isn’t it?  Then I could also consider the London Eye or the Shard, maybe?

Other suggestions from friends include either holding or kissing a snake, skinny dipping at midnight, visiting a strip club, busking, dying my hair pink (I’ve been red, green, blue, lilac, brown and blonde before, so maybe not out of the question …)joining a protest march and colonic irrigation – don’t fancy the last one much!

Any more suggestions out there?

Monday, 11 February 2013

All in a good cause?


A few more ideas to add to the list of suggestions so far, but I’ll come to that in a minute.  There were a few reasons behind the idea of doing fifty firsts in a year.  Some, like going to Anfield, were about fulfilling a life long dream, others like the tarantula holding, were to do with challenging myself to face my fears.  However, I’m hoping that I can also use some of them as opportunities to do something worthwhile, put something back into the community and raise some money for charity.  

Skydiving naturally springs to mind as one of those events that might raise a few pounds for a good cause, but which good cause?  Do I pick one charity and use any of my fifty things that fit the bill to raise what will hopefully be a sizeable amount for one cause?  Or do I choose different charities for different events, some local and some national perhaps?

Top of my list would be Great Ormond Street Hospital.  Not through any personal involvement other than taking a group of students on a visit a few years ago, but because it is one of the most inspiring places I have ever been to, filled with a vast array of positive, enthusiastic staff, despite the inevitable difficulties they must face on a daily basis dealing with the children and families for whom the good news they long for doesn’t arrive.  It’s hard to argue against such a sentiment, but as I’ve recently become a governor at a local primary school, with a constant need to fundraise to supplement the basics local authority funding provides for, I feel duty bound to do something more than sit in meetings, so there’s a strong argument for them to benefit from my endeavours too.

Anyway, as far as other suggestions for the Fifty Firsts go …

Ice skating – I had roller skates as a child and I’ve done a bit of roller blading along the sea front in my time, but I’ve never attempted ice skating so camel spins here I come!

Being an extra in a film or TV show – sounds dead easy, I mean there can’t be much to it surely other than do as you’re told and look inconspicuous in the background, but I suspect it’s not that simple … well for starters, I’d have to persuade someone to take me on in the first place and I’m not sure that ‘Well, I’m trying to do fifty things for the first time during my fifty first year’ would be construed as a good enough reason!

A bush tucker trial style eating challenge – I absolutely refuse to go the whole hog (no pun intended, well maybe a little bit) and eat meat items, having been a non-meat eater for 22 years.  However, I do eat fish and seafood and there are a few things I’ve never tried, such as oysters, which I’m not overly enthusiastic about trying, but I could probably cope with that.  Now do snails count as meat?

Learn a new skill maybe, although I’m not sure what.  I can knit and sew, do most of my own DIY round the house – wallpapering, painting, putting up shelves and that kind of thing.  I learnt French, German and Latin at school, although I don’t remember that much, and did a course in British Sign Language, which I remember the basics of.  Maybe a new language, like Spanish, but I’m not sure how it could be measured to tick off as having been achieved. I mean do I attend so many classes or have to be able to say a specific number of phrases or hold a conversation for so many minutes, in which case I’d need someone to converse with.

Some more food for thought at any rate, and that’s still only 12 ideas!  Surely there must be fifty things I haven’t yet done?  Come on people I need your help!  

Tuesday, 5 February 2013

Not going well on the weekly posts idea!


So it’s been a bit quiet for the last couple of weeks in terms of updating my Fifty Firsts on various social media – that thing called work seems to have a habit of getting in the way!  Anyway ideas for the fifty things so far includes:
 
Skydiving

Holding a tarantula

Visiting Anfield

Yes I know, I mentioned those last time, but there are some more to add …

Having a tattoo – now I’ve always been dead against these and have rarely seen one that I liked, but over the past few years I've occasionally thought that if I ever had one done then maybe it would be the Chinese sign for rabbit, seeing as I was born in the year of the rabbit.  However, these were fleeting thoughts and my dislike for tattoos prevails, I mean if you don’t like them they’re not the easiest thing in the world to get rid of.  And then where would you have one – somewhere obvious that may constrain what you can wear or somewhere unobtrusive so that no one would know you even had a tattoo, in which case, what’s the point?  Anyway, my daughter came up with a better idea than Chinese rabbits – a number, but not just any number, the number of people who vote for me to get a tattoo.

Joining an on-line dating agency – the thought makes me cringe, but I suppose you never know, perhaps I’ll finally meet that someone special who seems to have evaded me all my life!

Running a marathon – the London Marathon is the obvious choice, but I’m not sure I could get all that training done in time and it’s a couple of years since I’ve done any running and a good few years since I’ve run any distance, so maybe the Great North Run instead??  More time to train and not so far to run, surely that’s not a cop out, is it?

Karaoke – now I know this seems like a particularly lame suggestion, but seriously I have never done karaoke before.  The thought of getting up in front of loads of people and singing, on my own, is equally as scary as holding a tarantula to me.  I usually prefer to keep out of the limelight and avoid attention, so this would be a real challenge and would definitely require the use of some Dutch courage!

Taking part in the annual Folkestone Boxing Day dip – run down the beach into the sea, splash about a bit and then run back up the beach to get warm and dry, what could be simpler?  Now there’s probably more to it than that, but in any case, for me the hard part would be my pathetically useless circulatory system, which has been known to result in shivering if I’m caught in the shade during a rare August heatwave.  Back in the 1970s, my secondary school was lucky (and I use that word dubiously) enough to have its own outdoor swimming pool for PE lessons – 3 ft at either end and 9 ft in the middle, how did that seem like a good idea?  After 40 minutes in there I had to enlist the help of friends to get dressed again as my fingers were so numb I couldn’t move them, never mind do up my shirt buttons!

Well that’s 8 suggestions so far, only another 42 to go!  See I really do need your help!

Now, what are the chances of persuading the Top Gear team to let me drive round their track …