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Action’s Driffield committee celebrated with a 60th anniversary event – Diamond Story – a ladies lunch at a country manor hotel with a diamond expert as the guest speaker. More than 100 ladies attended and as well as enjoying a lovely lunch they had a great time, not just listening to a very good speaker but also examining uncut diamonds and various pieces of diamond jewellery that he brought along.
Community Fundraising Manager Val Hogg says: "It's probably the only time that I will ever wear a diamond solitaire ring worth £17,000 - it looked fabulous, even if it was for only for a minute or so!"
Driffield Action Committee
I heard of AMR from Go Wests Richard Drummie who suggested that I should join him on a climb up Kilimanjaro. Having done no excercise since I was about 15 (and hating it then !) I decided to do something a little less likely to kill me and signed up to do a 100km bike ride instead.

Thanks to the generous listeners to my radio show, we're well on the way to hitting our target and in September I will be riding 100km through the beautiful Lake District. And not only do I feel better in myself from the excercise but I'm saving a fortune from not eating junk food !!
Kevin Gurney
I'm not an athlete. That seems like a bald statement without elaboration. I have a long, long history of athletic incompetence. Remember that boy left standing in the school playground, until the real teams had been picked? Yes, that was me. I did want to play, I was just rubbish.

At Fan Court (a boarding school in Surrey) I went crying to the games master, asking what I needed to do to be picked for Colts. He was painfully, kindly silent. During my all-too-brief time at Dulwich College, the master of Drake House diplomatically reported that "Peter is a very enthusiastic cricketer."

The tragic stories are without end. Losing my shorts during an enthusiastic tackle during a rugby game (Dulwich College) Or the ball hitting my head while I was umpiring a cricket game at school in India Or my sports-mad Uncle Mike bowling to me in the nets and splitting my 9-year-old nose. I'll stop there, before the memories leave me crumpled in the corner and unable to continue my story.

I take it that statement now goes unchallenged? Good.

Now, how does this demonstrable lack of athletic ability lead to my cycling from London to Amsterdam and Brussels (the Three Cities challenge), cycling 24 hours around the aerodrome at Dunsfold Park, staggering around Run to the Beat (a half-marathon at the O2 in London) whilst still being torn between the Cape Argus and the London Marathon for next year?

Powerful motivation.

In 1999, 29 weeks into her pregnancy, my wife, Dorit, was diagnosed with pre-eclampsia. On 30 September 1999, Michaela was born 9 weeks premature. Michaela was cared for at what is now Queen Charlotte's Neonatal Unit, under the care of Professor David Edwards, before being transferred to Great Ormond St Hospital. In July 2000, having spent the first 10 months of her life in hospital, Michaela went home, still under the care of Great Ormond Street Hospital: she was unable to digest food, and was dependent upon Total Parenteral Nutrition (an intravenous drip which fed her overnight). After a further year in and out of hospital, Michaela died following a liver transplant, at Kings College Hospital, on 12 October 2001: 12 days after her 2nd birthday.

In October 2008, I got an email through an online mailing list, from a charity pitching a London to Paris cycle ride. I get a lot of these, but the Action Medical Research "Touching Tiny Lives" campaign was "helping families affected by premature birth."

I'd say we're a family affected by premature birth. Affected so it hurts. Affected so I can show you the scars.

Paris is a long way from London. London and Paris are in different countries. There’s a sea in between. But this was a charity I couldn't turn away from.

I was going to ride from London to Paris if I had to do it on a tricycle.
Peter Noble
One of my more surreal moments in life was on an Action Medical Research trek in the Namib Desert. Martin Fry from ABC was in our group and performed 'Shoot that poison arrow' in camp one night with us all as backing singers! Classic memories and all for a great cause
Jo Pickard
I have done various bike rides for you over the past five years and have enjoyed every single one of them. I have met various people that have been affected by the research that you fund and it has made me realise what a massive difference you are making. It makes me want to support you even more. Well done and Happy Birthday!
Grant Ellis
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