Cancer? Bollocks to that

Cancer. As Andrew Denton observed, it's the big C. Followed by a small 'ancer', of which there is none. Yes that works better phonetically than written down thanks I realise that. It's killed people you and I like, and it even had a crack at Your Correspondent. It's a fucker of a thing, readers. Cancer is no laughing matter.
This, however, very much fucking IS.

Yes folks, it's Brazilian testicular cancer mascot 'Senhor Testiculo', a.k.a. Mr Balls. No relation of Ed. Mr Balls' reason for being is to bounce around warning the youth of Brazil of the dangers of cancer of the man-spuds, while simultaneously serving as a terrifying reminder of the dangers of elephantitis of said organs. Encouraging young men and the women who love them to have a good old rummage around in one's Y-Fronts looking for stealth walnuts masquerading as man-orchids is, it appears, very much Mr Balls' bag. Needless to say this campaign is bollocks and whoever came up with this should get the sack. Still, at least it's something different on the cancer awareness front from the ubiquitous Pink Steamroller.

And perhaps if it catches on we can look forward to seeing Mr Balls' message augmenting, if not replacing, that of other cancer awareness campaigns. Rather than football teams sheepishly adopting pink-tinged uniforms in a hamfisted grab for female demographic attention and affection (sorry, in the pursuit of Creating Awareness™), target your own players and fans with jerseys with the look and feel of excess elbow skin. Yes, it's Ball Cancer Awareness Month, coming to a footy team away-strip near you. It's Scrote-Tastic! And it'll still look better than most AFL clash jerseys.

...No?

Yeah, fair enough. Still, could be worse...

Awareness successfully created. Congratulations.

The Doctor is OUT.