If it wasn’t for the fact that I have a 2 month old child who would be, let’s see, 8 months old at the time then I would seriously consider applying to be the third person in Ben Fogle and James Cracknell’s attempt to reach the South Pole in December this year.

No, seriously.

I mean how often does a chance like this actually come along? A free place (worth a fuck of a lot of money) in the inaugral Amundsen Omega3 South Pole Race. Okay, the chances of me actually being selected are quite slim mainly down to my fitness levels which aren’t as high as they should be at the moment (although there is 6 months to train for it) not to mention the fact that challenges I’ve undertaken to date are nowhere near the scale of this. But the question I really have to ask myself is “Do I want to spend my daughter’s first christmas away from home in one of the bleakest places on the planet?” Also “How pissed off is my wife going to be if I happen to die?”

It’s just that, well, you know - it’d be a hell of a thing to do.