Welcome to my blog. It varies how regular I write posts here. I sustained a 'Traumatic Acquired Brain Injury', and a six month coma from a 'road traffic accident' whilst cycling, in October 2006. I spent the following 4 years (22-26yrs old), in a combination of hospitals and rehabilitation homes. Now, I have been living independently in Surbiton, England since October 2010. This blog begun life in December 2010, as i realised that there are many people worldwide that i want to share experiences with. I know that, as a wheelchair user, I am obviously not as mobile as i wish, so, use the internet to connect to you. I enjoy letting my thoughts represent through type. I type honestly. As numerous readers, as well as email recipients, will understand, I find typing to be very therapeutic. Thank you :)
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Thursday, 16 August 2012

So, i was saying...

... this blog started life in December 2010, here

my blog is born

But it's all about now, now, now NOW.....
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This week's first note to talk about simply specifies
'Bloody cyclists'
Hehe, those who know me will know that I am being very VERY sarcastic. I find it sad that only now, people are discovering the wonders of the bicycle. I don't mean to narrow down, but the success of my hero, Mr Wiggins, has helped as a massive marketing tool in England, which, in turn can only be seen as a good thing. Thank you Bradley!

The more cyclists there are, among us, the more aware everyone  becomes of issues involved.

Ok, I stop before i get carried away and preach too much! It was MY birthday on the past weekend, the penultimate day of the Olympics. I took a trip up to the Southbank in London, which is an ever-vibrant place.

A snapshot of crowds, partying in colour, sound and vibrancy

It was on the way back from Butlers Wharf towards Waterloo, I was feeling down, stopped and  noted that i felt as such on my birthday. 
I then realised that 'Hold on you are 28 now, not a 22 student loving the passion of life.' I appreciate many things, but I am not student anymore with a love-for-life. I have taken half a decade away from my city. I noted that the only passion that i sense ' is when a hot girl walks past, head swivels, desire'. I am not feeling the same passion for things any more. It is sad, but the world keeps turning, I cannot pause everything else just because i had a rest.

The next note, I made yesterday. A man sitting outside a cafe exclaimed to a friend, as i went past 'No, I don't speak French. Well, I think they're all divs anyway'.
I had just left a cafe, and he was just about to slurp on his coffee in the cafe next door. Fortunately, as I'm not French, no offence was taken. Instead he made me smile. I looked down on him, ' racist simpleton' i thought to myself. Then I criticised myself for thinking such harsh sentiments. It just made me realise that as we are always living in a growing multi-racial society, to hear such racism on the high street, was shocking. So, like everything, it can be viewed positively.

      

Swedish sisters, 'First Aid Kit'
  

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