Cancer took my Gran.
Cancer took my Auntie.
Cancer’s got it’s hooks into my best mate.
Cancer keeps going to see one of the coolest kids I’ve ever met.
I f*ckin’ HATE cancer.
If I could, I’d take it outside, round the back of the pub, and punch its boll*cks off.
For now though, all I can do is try and raise some funds.
Help me out, eh?