I received a plea for help yesterday.
I'm not quite sure why people turn to me in their moment of desperation. Is it because they see me as a lovable sort of father figure who they can turn to in a moment of crisis, or am I just a last desperate resort?
Yesterday's plea had an air of familiarity about it. Some of you may remember that a year ago I tried to help out a student in University College Cork? Well, it has happened again.
GOR is yet another damsel in distress. She is a final year student in UCC and in a moment of sheer ingenuity, or desperation she has turned to me.
As part of her studies, she has developed a questionnaire which she wants to present to two groups – young people from 18 to 25 and people of a mature stature, namely the over sixties. Being a university student she is of course surrounded by the former but can't seem to find any of the latter, and has turned to me for help.
Now she is quite fussy, is this one. She wants only Irish over sixties or maybe at a pinch, over sixties who are resident in Ireland. I told her that I don't know any as nearly all my readers are in the UK or the US, and that the Irish ones are just young fellas pretending to be old. I also pointed out that I hadn't a clue what age my readers are anyway, as we rarely discuss such matters. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't put her off. She must be desperate….
Anyway, if you fulfill the criteria and wish to take part just say so in a comment, and I'll send you the address of the questionnaire.
If you are too fucking vain to admit your age in public, send a comment with your real email address but use 'Help' as your name. That way you'll be bunged into moderation and the world won't see it, but I'll still send you the link.
I don't get paid for this. I must be mad.
The very least I deserve is an honorary degree from UCC?