Was working on a development project on a little island called Anguilla in the Caribbean - tiny lump of rock about 38 square miles. We were designing a new tourist complex with apartments and villas plus restaurants etc. Very high end - apartments started at $10m and villas were upwards of $25m. Land was owned by one family, but split between all the different relatives - most wanted to sell but a few wanted to retain their birthright. Was busy with land surveys etc, got to this guys place one morning, explained what we were up to and he you'd us to leave, tried to explain what was going on and he pulled a revolver out from behind him, stuck it pretty much between my eyes and suggested it was time to leave his property .... So I did
I used to give blood quite often. One of those mobile ones used to come every couple of months to the place where I worked for over 20 years. Don't think I'd be allowed to any more, post chemo and with all my meds.
I’m not kidding you. With Poster Boy worried about over crowding at a football match and you running from a colt 45 this place is definitely going soft.
To be fair to poster boy he was on about the overcrowding at the turnstiles and was more concerned about the amount of selfies and autographs he was going to be asked for.
Does the Mad Cow disease not restrict donations anymore or is there an all clear after so many years?