I mean they can be fine to look at and the people who work in them are often fantastic, but they are by definition tough places to be. Mutago Hospital in the Ugandan capital of Kampala is a case in point. A network of covered walkways connect the different wards and straight away you get the sense that this is a clean and friendly place which, for the most part, feels like a hospital back home in the UK. Until, that is, you go into the children's ward.
Being asked to do a challenge for Sport Relief is like being asked to be the god parent to an ugly baby. Despite knowing you will forever have a picture of an ugly baby hanging on your wall in case your godchild's parents come to your house, it is very difficult to say no. How hard can it be anyway? You just smile by the font at the church at the christening, buy the child something silver and post a card once a year with an increasing amount of money in it. As for the picture, you just hang it in the room in your house you visit the least, although from experience hanging it in the shed always causes upset...
I grew up in Preston next to four housing estates and went to a school notorious for crime. A lot of the kids in my neighbourhood spent their time hanging around the streets nicking stuff and getting into trouble. For me it was all about the cricket. I believe that sport gives you purpose and direction and a sense of being part of a team. It's obviously far better to focus on something positive, as opposed to something destructive. Sport makes you feel good and proud.
Everyone that knows me is aware that my talents don't extend to singing. In fact you could say that I'm a bit tone deaf. But you can't let your limitations stop you. At least that's what I was told by Austin Healey when he twisted my arm and asked me whether I would join The Sport Relief Big Hitters Choir and help raise money for Sport Relief.