Lunch is for wimps

Just been offered £10k (on the condition it goes to charity) by my boss at work to appear on X-Factor next time it comes around - have no clue what to do - to make an absolute joke out of myself (you will know what I mean if you heard me sing), or sacrifice dignity for charitable causes?

I got back to London last week from a short stay in Greece. All was perfect for most of the trip - I saw my 3-month old niece, my sis and the rest of the gang, the sea was warm and fresh grilled fish abundant. Then, on the last day as noon was approaching and I was getting ready to leave the beach and make my way to the airport a chain of bizarre events unbeknown to me at that stage started to unfold.