In Praise of Glen The Human Fish (With Apologies to John The Fish)

Day 139, Tuesday May 19, 8.15am: Guys, this blog - thanks to Glen, and to you - has achieved something of value.

Which, frankly, is something of a surprise.

Having struggled with my health in recent weeks, I was beginning to doubt that it was worth carrying on these jottings - it's hard to be an achiever, after all, when you feel like you've been run over by a truck. But then Glen came along. This man is an achiever. For the record, he had intended to swim 10,000 metres over six hours at the weekend in memory of his wife Tamsin but ended up by storming to 14,000. That's 8.7 miles, I'm told. Absolutely incredible. He could barely move afterwards. He's raised more than 1,000 pounds at the last count. TRSNYRC helped raise 485 pounds.

Quod erat demonstrandum - this blog is worth 485 quid. Which is about 485 more than it was worth a few weeks ago. Actually, 486, if we're completely honest. Perhaps we should try and float it on the FTSE. Bagsee be Fred the Shred...

Having not achieved anything myself for a fair while, I shall resort instead to a joke for my conclusion.

Eight-Year-Old Know-It-All Daughter overheard speaking to her friend the other day: "Don't worry, you won't die of swine 'flu because you've just washed your hands."

Newsround has a lot to answer for.