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Cough up- it's NBA red day

NBA is an organisation that supports the St Marks foundation. Today is NBA RED DAY.



All you have to do is wear red and then text 'STMK14 £1' to 70070 

OH NO! You don't own any red clothes? 
That's ok, you could just wear red socks and then text 'STMK14 £1' to 70070.

OH NO! You don't own any red socks?
You could always wear red lipstick and then text 'STMK14 £1' to 70070.

OH NO! You're a man.
You could always wear red lipstick at the weekend? Or you could stop looking for excuses and just cough up!

Instead of using that £1 to buy a chocolate bar, or a cup of coffee or anything at all from the £1 shop you could text 'STMK14 £1' and feel good knowing that you have helped the St Marks foundation continue their research into why people like me have bowels like me. Hopefully through all the hard work they do day in day out they will work out how to cure bowel disease before it affects you. Or your wife, your husband, your mum, your dad, your son, your daughter. 

STMK14 £1     Please. 

NB x

Pssst! I'm going to let you into a little secret. I'm not wearing red. I'm in blue pjs and I don't have the energy to get out of bed to change or to put on red lipstick, but I did have just enough energy to text and donate. If I can manage it, so can you!

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