Having our cake and eating it (for charity)
So Kirsten Dunst swung by to check out our charity cake sale in aid of the Percy Hedley foundation!
OK, well, no, she didn't, but look. It was way better than that anyway. For one thing, we had a lovely green shamrocky St Patrick's Day theme which > stupid pastel 18th-century French fancies.
Before: ludicrous quantities of cake. (Please bear in mind that Ian is about seventeen feet tall and thus not a helpful comparison of scale.)
After: howling crumb-covered devastation.
Man, that was great. As you may or may not know (depending on how much you've been concentrating over the past month), My World is currently supporting Percy Hedley, a shockingly good charity for children and adults with autism and cerebral palsy - other fundraising shenanigans include walking over red hot coals, feel free to donate to prove you're not a monster - and this cakey malarkey was all in aid of that. We haven't held a cake sale at My World before and I honestly wasn't sure how it would turn out, but fortunately my doubts were entirely assuaged by the colleagues, co-tenants and random passers-by who descended like a swarm of sugar-addicted locusts.
Many thanks to everyone who stopped by and fought down their inherent dislike of delicious cake in order to support this wonderful cause; you've helped us raise two hundred pounds and an entire building's worth of blood sugar levels, and we love you.