This Saturday was a great night – but it should have been better.
Anthony Nolan is a charity that I have supported for many years.Â It is a very worthy cause with the simple aim to save people’s lives.Â Each year, they stage a ball in The Great Room at the Grosvenor House Hotel on Park Lane. The room that Tom recently received an award from Empire Magazine. The room thatÂ inspired a short story that I published and is available on this blog (Hobbs’s Journey) and is also the setting in my imagination for my first novel, Only in America.
Very simply, the charity, Anthony Nolan logs and matches tissue types in order to provide bone marrow donors for people suffering from blood cancer. My friend’s wife is waiting for just such a donorÂ – so you can see that their work is vital.
Tom became the young ambassador for the charity – since the age of donorsÂ has now been reduced to 16 – and so I was delighted that on Saturday night – Tom could attendÂ and could weigh in with some serious celebrity chops on behalf of the Holland family.
Alas beaurocracy intervened.
Tom’s youthful looks alerted security staff and management – and at 11pm – he wasÂ escorted from the grand venue – in order to comply with licensing laws. I tried to reason with the five or six members of hotel staff – but there was no movement.
So atÂ 16 – Tom can go to war. He can getÂ married and he can smoke and he can work.Â He can also represent a magnificent charity which is saving people’s lives. But he cannot remain in a room post 11pm even though his parents are with him and he is not drinking alcohol.
Oh, and at 16 he can pay tax already as well – to the idiots who govern us all with their red tape amd meddling – all in the name of looking after us.
A lot of young people read this blogÂ (on account of Tom I presume) – and I urge all young readersÂ to visit the websiteÂ of Anthony Nolan – and register your tissue type. It is easy to do – and by doing so, you could save someone’s life – a better upside of writing a blog, I cannot imagine.