Three months and a thousand years ago I ran THE LONDON MARATHON.
It was my third marathon, raising money for charity. This time I was running for kids. Donations, big and small, were pledged for scholarships so local kids on Harbour Island could attend the little community school The Dunmore School. And for Whizz Kids in the UK. An amazing charity that can literally give a child freedom over night.
70,000 disabled children in Britain do not have a wheel chair appropriate to their needs. By running the marathon I was able to give a few kids the chance to transform their lives, to help them become independent. Suddenly they will be able to help Mum, to play at school, to join in with friends, to be a big sister or brother.
This video says it all.
The most uplifting part of those 26.2 mile was passing by the little groups of Whizz Kids 'Ambassador's' excitedly waving their flags, and cheering from their wheel chairs.
Apparently the amount of money I raised was considerable, so I am being thanked with a year's supply of socks. I only hope I can do justice to my year's supply, living most of the time barefoot in The Bahamas.
It was my great honor to have run for these kids.
Honey got a booty like pow pow pow, honey got some boobies like wow oh wow.
Exotic actress in striking pose.
Grey Goose with every course. Perhaps rethink the suckling pig.
Stealing ideas. Sand-water-flower-candle combination in particular.
MELISSA and I, looking like a couple of Christmas decorations.
Mark Shand invited me to his elephant evening. He's Camilla Parker Bowles' youngest brother but his claim to fame is far removed from royalty, more to do with the rough and tumble of adventure. And much more seriously to saving our endangered elephants.
There are now only 35,000 Asian elephants left. Unless radical change is achieved it is unlikely Domino's children will ever see an elephant.
But there is a solution, restoring the Asian elephants ancient migratory routes so that all wildlife can move safely between protected forests. That means raising a cool 50 million pounds by 2020 to reconnect those fragmented forests. Baby giant elephants, decorated by artist's, had invaded the streets of London for a few week's before the dinner. A huge public art exhibition, generating awareness of their plight and making everyone smile at the same time.
Union Jack, Penny For Your Thoughts and Ampersand were amongst my favorite.
During Mark's dinner these wonderful elephants were auctioned off to welcoming homes.
Goldie Hawn described the evening as a "magical adventure with a real purpose".
I sat with Princess Beatrice and Princess Eugenie. Beatrice and I had sat together under another hot marquee only the month before, whilst waiting to run the London marathon.
Beatrice and I agreed we could not afford the zero's needed for the big elephants but we were delighted to go home having bought little elephants.
I recently went to a sung eucharist at St. George's Chapel, Windsor. Not something I do with regularity but in this instance my Godson was singing as a chorister.
The sermon was about John The Baptist. Described as a guru, icon and hero, a rebel with a cause, the warm up act for Jesus, who earned himself 1st century celebrity super status. But most remarkably, someone who was true to himself.
As we stood to sing I glanced down to see words engraved below me 'In a vault beneath this slab are deposited the remains of King Henry VIII'. I was standing on top of King Henry VIII, what a thought, and he had been there since 1547.
St. George's Chapel, where The Prince of Wales married Camilla Parker Bowles, is where The Queen holds the service for the Knights of the Garter, the highest order of chivalry, dating back to medieval times.
I sat under a plaque commemorating the fact that my grandfather had been one of the knights. It is one of the Monarch's few remaining truly personal, executive prerogatives, given to honor those who have held public office, or who have contributed to national life.
The origin of the emblem of the Order, a blue garter, is obscure. It is said to have been inspired by an incident which took place whilst King Edward III danced with the Countess of Salisbury in 1348. The Countess's garter fell to the floor and after the King retrieved it he tied it to his own leg. Those watching this were apparently amused, but the King admonished them saying, 'Honi soit qui mal y pense' Shame on him who thinks this evil.
Each summer we make sure not to miss GIFFORDS CIRCUS.
A miniature village green circus.
A caravan of jugglers, cockerels, lovers, horsemen and horsewomen, dreamers, acrobats and musical ponies.
Colored tents and sparking lights.
Rocking and rolling.
The incredibly sexy ALEX SUBIDE SOLER has opened her first shop in Nottinghill.
There is a unique quality to all the floaty fantasies Alex designs.
I have placed a considerable order for THE SUGAR MILL on Harbour Island.
I was enchanted by everything I laid my eye upon, from hand painted labels and fabrics to the stool I rested my bottom on.
There has been no livelier or more vigorous influence on the modern shoe than the red soled designs of CHRISTIAN LOUBOUTIN. He draws upon his personal and poetic knowledge, acute humor, and cool assessment of people.
Christian's exquisite boutiques boast sumptuous red carpets and champagne, the former to impress, the latter to steady your hand as you pass over the credit card.
His ironical slant on life now comes in Barbie size, that is of course after insisting that Barbie manufactures readjust Barbie's foot measurement to make it more elegant.
No Domino sized shoes, just kisses instead
currents beauty and the beach
My brother, ASHLEY HICKS, is a notable character, warm hearted with a sense of the romantic possibilities, as well as the practical demands of every day existence in the creative world.
This is his latest tribute to our father, David Hicks, erected in the garden at The Grove, Oxfordshire.