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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Friday, 23 August 2013

Kindred Spirits


He he he he  hehe he, Hello! I type on a Friday afternoon. I would converse about the tremendous coffee that I have just made, but I don’t want to show off too much.
I will talk about my preparatory notes, in a second. Primarily, I want to start to explain the joy I get by this picture…



The above whisky has been a mighty grand project, distilled by family with friends, over 10 years ago. Still a teenager at this time, I was not involved. A fairly momentous decade later, I had graduated in both 2D and 3D design, awoken after being comatose for six months, I learnt to live again. My key design skills had been maintained, and I was called upon to create a label for this mighty mighty fine beverage, ‘Kindred Spirits’. This afternoon, my uncle received the delivery after a great expectation, we have proof of success!

Notes. Right. Erm, my first note involves myself admitting to taking a big step backwards. Not literally, metaphorically. I admit that I bought a CD. It was even off Amazon, and sent through the post! I can’t believe it myself. My argument is that I had no choice. The band, ‘Roscoe’, are Belgian. I couldn’t find the mp3 for sale anywhere here in England. I could have downloaded it, if I was on mainland Europe, so my only option was to order the CD. Their first album, ‘cracks’.



Another discovery, that I may have already promoted, are ‘Drenge’  



My next note was made to myself, in comfort knowing that I want to share with my blog.

I now feel inferior to no one, as everyone is different. No-one should feel less or more than. anyone. All are equal.

I sat ‘pres de la riviere’ earlier in the week, and thought deeply about my next note.

Everything is art. Everything is viewed differently, therefore can be interpreted differently, allowing for an infinite number of mental thoughts/interpretations. Creative arts will always be vieŵed by everyone, differently. Nothing is identical, similar, yes, but not identical. Art is all expression of mental thoughts. Mental thoughts are always unique. Therefore as long as people have mental thoughts, there will always be art.

I spend a lot of time riverside, and perhaps the reason is more obvious than I realise. I amazed myself earlier in the week as I posted on Facebook that I had the best cappuccino, ever!
 Quite possibly the best cappuccino ever.


Now, I do not state this lightly, but Anna (Riverside café, Kingston) made an amazing drink. I am fairly well experienced in this arena, but unexpectedly, quite instantly made the decision. VVV nice, thank you.



I have no real reason for including the above picture of Penelope Cruz, but I want to. My last note, was made this morning, in which I return to talking about my belief in fate.

We must accept fate. If we do, it treats us well. We cannot strictly choose our path. If we try, we fail, and the truth hurts us.




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