At work, we got an email today asking if we matched a blood type, could we come forward as someone's son needs a bone marrow transplant. (it's a personal decision, not forced.)
Anyways, I call my Mum to ask her does she know my blood type and bless her...
'Hmmm. Kayleia that is a lovely thing to do for someone but...'
'Stingray did it for Kerry in Neighbours and he died.'
'I'll call you later Mum.'
This is like the time when I wasn't allowed to go paintballing as PJ went blind in Byker Grove.