Myself and the University chaps were out for a few drinks tonight - fairly harmless stuff, having a few pints, enjoying a bit of light banter; nothing untoward. All of a sudden a woman approaches us with a plastic-coin-collection thing, you know - where you slot the money in the top. I’d seen her come into the bar and observed how out of place she looked - far too old to be in the heaving student bar as she stood rather uncomfortably in the corner without a drink. We were first on her collection round - presumably after she’d picked up enough courage. She had a moderately convincing lanyard-attached charity ID badge - unfortunately the logo on the ID didn’t look a thing like her chosen charity (we’d had a flyer through the door from Great Ormond Street Hospital only a few days before). She proceeded to recieve two prompt “No” responses from us (presumably to be three, had Ian not re-invented the Universe en-route to the bar) and continued on around the bar - I saw at least half a dozen people slot their pound coins into her cursed collection pot.

Taking advantage of a charity which supports children with lukeamia to get a few extra pounds is one of the most sickening things I’ve ever witnessed. Absolutely horrendous - I can’t even begin to imagine how these people being to think about sleeping at night. I don’t really want to swear on here, in case my Mum ever finds it - but if I were to swear, this is the post in which it would be. Sickening.