Could I be the first to start the Col Sir Tom backlash? I've been a bit uneasy about it all the way along, but I've held my tongue. Done the decent thing. Brought a bit of a smile and some cheer to the country, didn't he eh? Good old Sir Tom. We all love the NHS. Have you seen how much he's raised now? Amazing isn't it? Have you got a rainbow in your window? Done alright out of it the old boy, hasn't he? Big promotion. Knighthood. Spitfire flypast. Interview on the breakfast news. Tributes from the Prime Minister. Land of hope and Glo-o-o-ry. A million virus-riddled birthday cards brought by our delivery drivers and posties who have nothing better to do at the moment anyway. Brilliant! All organised by his daughter apparently, Felicity Hogsworth-Piddleton, who is some sort of PR consultant. Quick call to the local press, who rushed down and broke the story, which was quickly picked up by the lazy journalism national press and since then, well it's all just gone crazy darling. Suspiciously big back garden he's got too, isn't it? Looks like a fair old country pile he lives in too. Not short of a few bob by the looks of it. If he wanted to give a grand to the NHS, he probably could have written out a cheque and stayed in his chair and watched Countdown. Shame it couldn't have been one of the poor ex-service people living very humbly who thought it up. 100 laps (not even consecutive) isn't that much either. Hardly round the world in 80 days is it. If he'd swum the channel or something, I might have took a bit more notice. I was talking to one of my grannies today, Gwen, who's 99. I said to her that if only we'd got onto that stunt first, she could have done 100 trips up and down the corridor at the flats she lives on her frame and been Baronness Lady Gwen by now.