Welcome to my blog. I post on this, roughly once a week (it does vary). 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 31 January 2014

drip drip drip

Drip drip. Hello. Drip
I type this week, 'semi-live'. No worries, I shelter from rain in a cafe, as I type this. Yes, obviously I am suitably armed with a cappuccino (and 'almond financier')!

The first note, I made this week, is below. It is a world-cup year, and i like to start preparation as early as possible. It is important to do such. I know that I am English, and I study all potential opposition before the tournament begins. Although many other countries will be investigated, it is important to study...

The flair of Argentinian football...





Hmm
My next note was made earlier in the week.

Rain grimace grin

The note relates to my former joyful grin, that I used to wear during rainfall. I often wear a grimaced face during rain. This is so easy to morph into a grin, which seems to have a positive effect! :)

Thursday morning, I was free, and went to switch my mind off, with no one around, by the riverside. The peace allowed me to think.

I only had one distraction.

Life. Decisions? Learn to trust your intuition. Fate will decide the route for you. What will be, will be. Humans have free will, but one's fate is selected by one's own destiny. Everyone has an individual destiny.

Everyone has the choice of their free will, but we must all beware that we are owned by our destiny. Our fates lead us to our destiny.

It may be thought that I regularly have this time, but obviously not. Rarely, one has the beauty of pure silence, and the time to think about nothing but your own thoughts.

I am glad that I had time by the riverside to consider those thoughts. Cafés are good, but one cannot empty their mind to think. 

Which path?




...same destination

Wednesday 29 January 2014

Friday 24 January 2014

a suitable distraction...

Podolski gets the first! I am at ease now, I type. A minimal post this week, as I am severely distracted, listening to  FA Cup commentary. First note on phone relates too a big psychological issue I am forced to face regularly.

I remember, I used to only turn my mobile phone on, when I wanted to check it. Now... We all live on a standby.

It relates to the obvious fact, we all regularly live having something on charge. We use so much energy, and this is a big problem, as the sustainability of energy production can be questionable.

Linked, is my second note. Last week, I previewed the band. 2-0! I am satisfied. Very.
Back to my blog. Focus.

Warpaint. I bought their first album on CD, a couple of years ago. I did question my rules. I had to buy this, second album on mp3 format, because I have no room left on my CD shelves.

A second artist to promote is Jemma Tweedie. I am a fan.


Final musicians, this week, worthy of a mention, are Mogwai. With their new album ‘Rave Tapes’, the band have presented a celebratory whisky. This Scottish instrumental band distilled the drink in 2004 (a year after they were viewed at Glastonbury). Hmmm…
Yesterday (Thursday) I completed my new years resolution. I went independently on the London Underground! OK, it was only one stop, but it still counts!  Accessible, yes it is, as is the overground network. I must admit, that I naively dreamt of accessing the tube train, by myself. OK, I reached the platform easily, but then could not independently access a train (like overground trains, one cannot). Hmm, what is ‘accessibility’?

Half-time. OK, pictures.
Surbiton winter Thameside.




I was in a good café at Westminster station, last week, and was made to shudder in horror. Cardboard coffee cups, were the only option, here. Noooooooo!





A brilliant, beautiful statue that I have never noticed before, on Whitehall. Brilliantly iconic.


Friday 17 January 2014

confusion...

Hello
I open this week, with one of my favourite songs ever. It is too special to even attempt to talk about, so here it is...


it deserves an alternate version, as well...


another alternate video of... Jeff

Who am I?
I cannot plug myself anywhere or compare myself to anyone.  Life is to  be lived. Shit happens. Perfection exists somewhere.

I have to maintain my belief, that perfection does exist somewhere. It is different for everyone, I have already been there, but my life has changed.
The next note is ridiculously trivial now, but I made it, so I include.

I take my coffee seriously.
Nice looking girl. I contemplate flirting with a girl in my cafe, but then she uses 
two sweeteners in her coffee!! Nooooo!

David Byrne talks about the sugar in coffee. I cannot understand the necessity. 


alternate - lilies of the valley



After visiting Parliament, with the organisation, I created a poster design for them. Transport and it's accessibility is an issue that I feel very close to.




I know that I have talked about the issue of 'dogs on buses' before, but is this not taking it to another level?


A better view of Boudicaa...


I am sorry, a short post this week.

Final note is a 'double'. Basically, I include two natural photos. The riverside was dark, moody and stormy, but it survived, and so did I! So, I was able to receive this artwork wonder, from Danilo in 'The Press Room'.



Thank you

:)


Friday 10 January 2014

Happy 2014!

Hello 2014! :)
We got through 2013, escaping the apocalypse. Phew (a close one there)!
I type this 'live' on my notepad (hence the unusual and almost illegible font - it may be changed in time).


My first note of this year is simply the name of Michael Schumacher. There is not much I can say, other than offering my sincere support to everyone involved, trying to help. The man has a mighty strong mind, we can only hope that this strength is enough needed to help him through this. My thoughts are with you.



A damn good black, black, black, BLACK coffee accompanies myself, hence the blatant promotion of my superb, original cafe. Thank you, 'The French Tarte'.

The note that follows, seems ridiculous now, but hey.

'I am going to seriously limit complimenting/attempting to flirt with girls I choose
...that was the plan'
Ok, above, I both state my plan, but then offer an insight into reality. As soon as I had started that note, I found myself in a busy queue in a popular Christmas-sales shop, holding everyone up whilst I flirted unbelievably with the shop staff. Oops!

I leave the cafe now as I am going home to link to some music that I want to share...


I am home now. Fear not, drink has been replaced. But no coffee!



Right, home I am, music…
First, I want to explain my new strategy. Although much of the  music I give you is listened to and liked (I hope), I know that sometimes my YouTube links do not work. Therefore, in future I will give the YouTube video, and a ‘http’ weblink to an alternate version.

Their new album joins us in a couple of weeks (Jan 20th), but as a lover of their breakthrough, ‘Fool’, I have bought their first single from this second album. Warpaint, with ‘Love is to die’.



And one more ‘music find’, that I wish to promote, George Ezra. He has just an EP out at the moment (I think), but definitely worth further investigation.



Now, I talk honestly (I always do, but this may seem too cliché)!

Better than a rolling stone

The note above was made whilst listening to Bob Dylan. Whilst listening, I feel that I could relate, but was allowed to feel a lot more positive as I knew that this was how I used to feel, but not anymore. Things have improved, and I see no reason to halt. Thanks Bob.