It’s Lifeboat Time Again
Around this time of year Mrs. Toad has developed a strange habit of getting off her lazy arse and actually doing something for a change. That something is collecting for the Royal National Lifeboat Association.
The RNLI is a spectacular dodge of responsibility by the government in that they allow such a crucial rescue service to remain entirely dependent on charity and on the work of volunteers. This is frankly unbelievable if you ask me, but certainly increases the urgency of supporting the people with the courage to volunteer and the commitment to do the work. Imagine if the fucking fire brigade were a charity!
Anyhow, somewhat incredulous outrage aside, once a year volunteers hit the streets to shake a tin and collect for the RNLI. Mrs. Toad runs the Stockbridge collection, and we would really appreciate help from any of you who feel you can spare a couple of hours of your time this weekend.
It’s pretty simple, Mrs. Toad and I will cook a big old roast lamb, and people can turn up whenever they like and spend an hour or two (or whatever you can spare) shaking a tin at various locations around Stockbridge, and we will feed you wine and roast lamb for your efforts. We will also record a podcast (which is inevitably rather messy – here’s last year’s) at the end of the evening, which is supposed to feature sea songs and various stuff like that. It’s pretty good fun, honestly, so if you fancy coming along between 10am and 4pm this Saturday (1st May – not Sunday, as I originally posted) and making a bit of a contribution then please let me know.
Broken Records – And They All Fell Into the Sea (Live on 6Music)
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I can do that roving reporter thing again if you like..
Oh great.
I might come through for this.
Think me and ella bella can make it as long as Dylan doesn’t force her to drink rum!
Sorry, won’t make it this year as its my mammys birthday, good luck though!
nope. I can’t do sat: recording and playing a gig at night, though ella & ali might be able to!
Think Mrs Evil has us pencilled in for Musselburgh 7s but this is a superb cause. Assume RNLI link will have a virtual bucket I can chuck a few quid into?
The spot outside the RBS bank between the bridge and Hector’s is the best.
The itself bank will be shut giving you a clear bit f mobile pavement to stand in without getting in the way, and you can tap people up in the cashpoint queue.
Ali and I will be attending at about half 2! I think matching outfits might be in order…
Oh brilliant, thanks. I was beginning to worry that no-one was up for it!
There will be brownies and vanilla cheesecake!
Brownies?!
I’d sincerely be up for helping, but I just booked tickets to go to Aberdeen very early on Saturday morning. Which my post-eagleowl hungover head will not appreciate, but oh well.
No Dylan.
And not http://www.whitleycommunity.co.uk/brownies.html either.
Any idea of times ?? Daytime I presume.
Would like to help.
Anytime between about 10am (me and the missus tend to end up doing the early shifts, because people are rarely up for early mornings on the weekend) and about 4pm. Any help massively appreciated.
Actually I think I can come through. I’m getting kicked out the flat on saturday because we’re having our central heating ripped out and replaced so I could come through in the morning and help out until 3ish…
Brownies?!
Good. I can give you Glasgow Toad Night posters!
EXPLOIT EXPLOIT EXPLOIT!
woop woop
…I’m up for helping if you like?
That would be great if you could spare some time.
Vanilla cheesecake. The premium one in Tesco made me happy in pants.
Try it.
Shop bought cheesecake? Pah!
Homemade is the way to go.
One digestive biscuit, spread liberally with Philadelphia cheese, blob of jam on top. Homemade cheesecake. Done.
until you try my sisters banoffee pie you have not lived…
think i can make it a bit earlier than half 2 if it’s gonna be over by 4.
The collection will be over, but the eating and drinking will not be.
Drinking.
Bugger.
Tough shit, Baggins. I am not staying off the swally just because you’ve finally pickled yourself in cider once and for all.