The Return of the Jedi

Guess who’s back?
Back again.
Sister Act.
Tell a friend.
Guess who’s back, Sister Act, guess who’s back, guess who’s back.
Nanana, nanana.


Ohhhh yes, the cancer kicking sisters are back! Let’s hear a “hell yeah!”

It’s been two years since Sophie and I first decided that we were gonna hit cancer back for trying to take our mum off us, and it’s been a pretty crazy ride.

We’ve raised over £2000 for Cancer Research UK, had our story featured on the Race for Life blog, and…er…this happened…

Paisley Daily Express - p3 June 7 2013

And this year, we’re back, bigger and better than ever before! I’m sure those of you who have followed our campaign from the start remember my joy when our duo became a triple threat last year.

Well. Have we got news for you. So far this year, there are six members of the Sister Act race team. I know. I’m beside myself.

Mothers’ Day is a most excellent day to be announcing the start of this year’s fundraising, because this year, it’s all about the mothers.

A lot of you already know mine and Sophie’s story, so I won’t go back through it again (if you don’t, click right here and here to read all about it).

Before you all get excited, no, our mother will not be joining the Race. She’s on holiday. Again. Shaaaame.

But her mother will be joining us.

Yes, that is my granny Rosie on Sophie's back. Yes, she is 65 years old. You can't handle the awesome.

Yes, that is my granny Rosie on Sophie’s back. Yes, she is 65 years old. You can’t handle the awesome.

And my second mother, the woman who helped raise me to be the raving lunatic you see before you, my utterly epic Auntie Kathleen will also be joining us.

BOOM. Jack is getting a lot of honourable appearances in this post.

BOOM. Jack is getting a lot of honourable appearances in this post.


Also entering the Sister Act fold this year, can we get a big round of applause for the glorious, the delectable, the entirely unstoppable not-so-wicked-stepmother, and her adorable little sidekick.

Yes, they are both Racing. No, you may not pet them.

Yes, they are both Racing. No, you may not pet them.

This is the third Longmuir sister, by the way. The whole gang is finally coming together to beat the hell out of cancer.

Guys, I am so excited I cannot even deal. My entire head is like a tiny party right now. Cancer, you picked a fight with the wrong family. You really messed up. Sister Act is coming for you. And this time, there’s a whole lot of us. Ladies and gentlemen, say hello to Sister Act: the Gathering.



Happy Mothers’ Day!

Happy Mothers’ Day everybody! I hope all of the mothers reading have been well and truly spoiled. As you’ve probably guessed, today’s blog will largely be dedicated to the greatest person in the world as far as I’m concerned: my mum.

Here she is, being awesome.

Here she is, being awesome.

Like most little girls, my mum is the most important person in my life. She’s been my teacher, my doctor, my councillor, my dance partner and my best friend. She taught me that the best thing to be when you grow up is happy. She taught me how to mix a mean French Martini. She taught me that no matter how bad things get, life always looks a little brighter after a danceathon. I’m not going to say that she’s my whole world, but she’s a big, big chunk of it. Like Africa or something.

Here she is, trying to kill both of us.

Here she is, trying to kill both of us.

Getting drunk in public.

Getting drunk in public.


Casually meeting Take That.

Casually meeting Take That.

mum and soph

I know I’ve said this before, but I don’t know what I would have done if I’d lost her. Happy Mothers’ Day, mum. I love you.

It’s actually not just my mum who I want to talk about this Mothers’ Day. A few of you might remember my back sign from last year’s Race:

back sign

What most of you probably won’t know, is that my  dad was one of those kids. He lost his mum to breast cancer, not too long after I was born.

Look! It's little me!

Look! It’s little me!

Cancer took her away before I got a chance to know her any better than this. It’s because of cancer that all I have of my granny is flowers, butterflies and a little diamond.

granny marion

Me and religion decided to go our separate ways a long time ago. But I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t say hello to every red admiral butterfly I see.

Photo on 10-03-2013 at 14.30

It’s because of cancer that my dad doesn’t have a mum to spoil this Mothers’ Day. I want to make sure that no mother has to sit down her children and tell them she has cancer. I want to make it so that everyone gets to keep their mum around until they are old and grey. I want every grandmother to be able to see her grandaughters grow up. I know she’d be proud, but it’s cancer’s fault that she can’t tell me that herself. That she has to send down little flurries of snow to say hello instead of picking up the phone.

Please give all that you can this Mothers’ Day. Together we will beat cancer.


*UPDATE at 5pm, just another example of my mum kicking ass:

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We Are Woman

Well folks, what better day to celebrate the Race for Life than today, International Women’s Day. In fact, this entire weekend is a great time to be a woman, with International Women’s Day today and Mothers’ Day on Sunday. So, to celebrate, I’m launching Sister Act’s first donation drive! In honour of womankind, I am aiming to raise £100 for Cancer Research UK over the next three days. So if you’ve been holding off donating, and have the money at hand, please give what you can.

It’s tough to be a woman. (No, don’t worry, this isn’t going to be one of those articles. Mostly not, anyway.) Mainly because we have to put up with crap like this:


You go wild, woman! Take a day off of your life of drudgery to eat cake! That’s what women like, right?!

As it happens, eating cake and drinking tea is pretty much my ideal day. But I begrudge the idea that this is genetically encoded into me because I’m a girl. I also begrudge the idea that I am only allowed to do it after a week of chores, and even then, only because it’s Mother’s Day. Grr. But, as promised, this is not going to be a rant. (Although if you would like to hear me rant, click here, here or here)

Instead, I’m going to talk about why women are kind of amazing.


Look at us. That is incredible. We are not delicate, fragile litte beings who need to be saved from ourselves. We are strong. We are powerful. Together, we are a force to be reckoned with. And we are taking on cancer. If that’s not something to be proud of on International Women’s Day, I don’t know what is.


I love Race for Life, because it shows how incredible and inspiring women can be. It makes me proud to be a woman. I run in memory of one woman, and in celebration and thanks for another.

We are woman. Hear us ROAR.