A VERY British Man

For my first story, I thought I would be appropriate to tell you something which happened during the first few weeks of my being a fundraiser.

From what I remember, the team I was with were in Doncaster. We started shift in a fairly ordinary looking council estate with some more mid-dem houses as we went through the day. Our work day goes like this; be at the office no later than 2pm, travel to where you're working and start knocking doors by 3:30, we then get a half hour break around 5:30, and finish knocking at 9.

It was approaching break time and we'd started to move out of the council estate, and with about ten minutes to go I knocked on the door of the most British man I have ever met. Dressed fully in tweed, with an impressive grey mustache gliding away from his face, he greeted me warmly and the conversation went something a bit like this:


"Hello sir, I'm Phil and I'm here on behalf of..."
"Ah yes indeed! Fantastic stuff absolutely fantastic, what's it all about then?"

and with every explanation about the charity's work I would receive rather excited mumbles and affirmations until it came down to asking the gentleman for some support, at which point he told me that he was already supporting a number of organisations. After some time to try and convince the fellow to support us as well he explained how utterly impossible that would be.

The best part of all of this though, the point which makes me remember this eccentric individual to this day was how we parted ways. I wished the man a good evening and began to turn away, and he responded:

"Ah yes, good hunting sir!"

I hope that man is still around, because me need more brilliant madness like that.