I interrupt this International Merry Beymas Day to bring you news that is much more relevant and important (cut to the lightning bold headed toward me for hating on King Beysus again): PRINCE HOT GINGE IS ALIVE AND MADE IT THE SOUTH POLE! (Insert obligatory line about how I wish he would’ve traveled to my South Hole instead…)
After four long weeks of trekking his ass through Antarctica and knocking penguins up by winking at them and adding to global warming by melting the ice caps with his hotness, PHG and his team of wounded ex-servicemen and women made it the South Pole. PHG was racing to the South Pole against teams led by ASkars and Dominic Cooper, but that race was called off, because the weather was a real bitch. So the new goal was to just get to the finish line. PHG wrote this on the Walking with the Wounded site before they got to the finish line:
All 12 of [my teammates] have different reasons for being here and I don’t think it’s necessarily something that for all of them that it will, either tonight or tomorrow or when they get back home, but what an amazing journey for every single one of them and this charity really does do amazing things. It’s not just for the small minority that are here but hopefully in time to come through the documentary, and all the stories back home. It will just prove to everybody that there’s so much that can be made possible when you think that nothing is left.
But I’m so proud, I’m so chuffed and I’m so privileged to be here with all these guys and girls, and well done to Ed and Dags and everyone who’s organised this, what an amazing accomplishment. I think we’ll be having a few whiskies tonight and then everyone’s looking forward to getting home.
I was about to say that after spending some time with that picture of PHG and his ginger beard, I am chuffed too, but then I looked it up the word and it doesn’t mean what I think it means.
Here’s a video of PHG and his team making it to the end.
Once they got to the end and found that gazing ball waiting for them, they probably thought to themselves that even in the goddamn South Pole they can’t escape the artistry of CaCa and Koons.