Charity

I volunteered to help at a charity ball last night. (I don't like to talk about all the work I do for charity, but it was an interesting evening and it was for charity.) So anyway, I was at this charity event, which I had volunteered for - just doing my bit. Giving something back. When it comes to charity I like to get stuck in with hands on involvment, rather than just donating to quiet my conscience like so many other people less charitable than me seem to do. The charity dinner section of the evening was set in the main hall at the Natural History Museum, with the tables all arranged around the enormous diplodocus skeleton. It really was a very impressive place for a ball. The stage where the celebrities did their bits from was at the staircase end of the entry hall. The richer, more influential people got to sit closer to the stage. The usual sliding scale of attractive women, also seen at sporting events, was in evidence. The closer to the stage, the more attractive the women sitting at the tables got. And it was a fairly high standard starting from the back. I am sure some of the women there were rich and successful and attractive off their own back but I was sceptical that was the case for all of the women there, particularly the younger ladies with the older men. I wonder what makes these fat, old, rich men so attractive to these young attractive women? Perhaps they delight in tales of successful business deals? Anyway, it was an impressively run affair- the amount of organisation required to get it all together must be enormous. It all went off pretty well and they made plenty of money. (Breast Cancer Haven is the charity. Check them out. I understand they do good work.) I got to play with a glow stick, letch at attractive women in ball gowns, and got a free feed out of it and I get to talk about the work I do for charity now. Everyone's a winner...