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Cake day: July 1st, 2023

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  • I think there’s a little difference between charity in general and “charity events” or “fundraisers”.

    One one hand, you’ve got people personally deciding to give some money towards something they chose to support, which is great.

    But sponsored fundraisers are actually a bit weird.

    Fundraiser: “Hi, would you like to donate £10 to help cure cancer?”

    Potential donor: “I’m an incredibly wealthy man, so I can easily afford that… but… you just want me to give you some money in exchange for nothing?”

    Fundraiser: “It’s not nothing - you get to know you’ve helped a worthy cause, made the world a better place…”

    Potential donor: “No… unless… no, sorry, that’s ridiculous…”

    Fundraiser: “No, wait! Tell me your idea!”

    Potential donor: 'Well, I could probably give you some money… if someone suffered."

    Fundraiser: “Suffered?!?”

    Potential donor: “Yes, I want you to make a fat, asthmatic man run a marathon, dressed in a really awkward, incredibly warm costume that makes him look ridiculous. If he suffers enough, you can have your £10 for whatever it was you were on about.”

    Fundraiser: “Curing cancer is seen to be a good cause - are you sure you couldn’t just donate the money?”

    Potential donor: “Yes. I can only give away a tiny pittance of money if there is suffering. You could also make the man sit in a bathtub full of beans for a whole day. I imagine that’s unpleasant enough to appease my hunger for suffering.”

    Surely we all agree this whole concept is a bit weird?


  • From where I lived, just the lager and cider together was snakebite, and with blackcurrant it was a “snakebite and black” - but I think there was a lot of regional variety (in the UK, at least).

    I have heard lager/cider/blackcurrant called a snakebite before though (I remember it causing a disagreement in the pub) - but I’ve also heard it called a “diesel” (which elsewhere was something mixed with guinness). I’m pretty sure you sometimes got different things in different pubs in the same town.

    I suppose pre-internet, we were just relying on the drunk people ordering things to decide what they wanted to call stuff (“what was that purple mixed drink called that made me throw up on my own shoes?”).