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, 28 March 2014

anon.

Hello.
Anonymous. ‘MY’ sport.
The first big ‘classic’ of the cycling calendar, ‘Milan-San Remo’, is always held in March (around two  weeks before the April ‘Spring classics’). Although I currently feel joy due to the sport’s growth in this country (thank you Sir Wiggins, and Mr Froome, Mr Brailsford et al), it saddens me that I couldn’t find this on TV.
Hmmm. Eurosport, usually reliable-ish did not tell me when this would be broadcast. I look online, aware when the race is happening. It tells me that there is an ‘unknown sport’ to be broadcast on these ‘prime’ hours!!
Whatttt!!! ?
Despair.
I tune in, out of inquisition. The peleton approaches the Cipressa (penultimate climb). PHEEEEW!!
I am saved by myself!
I know that I am an ‘unusual cycling fan’. The only reason I got to watch this quality race, was because I am a fan and knew that it would be on. This cannot be said for the other 99% of Britain. It saddens me that only those current fans would find this television.
Professional cycling IS a growing sport in the UK, this is a good thing, and television audiences should be allowed to grow.
Grrrrrrr

Wahoo. Deep breath. Second note.

Personally, I feel that if positive, thoughts should be communicated somehow, no matter what. We only live once. It is entirely up to ourselves, whether or not we WANT to communicate the message. Do! What is the worst that can happen?

Hehehe. A note, made early in the week, by the river, as I was contemplating my actions, attempting to console myself. Then, my philosophy hit me straight in the face! I was greeted by a man with a very strong Scottish accent. He took my hand, to shake it.

‘Alreet?
Look after yeself, boy
Look after yeself'
Shaking my hand, and stroking my hair!

Oh, the fact that I am in a wheelchair does clearly mean that I attract nutters.
Isn’t everyone?
Oh, he meant no harm, none given. I was given self-confidence (hehe ever-inflating), that I dealt with the situation.

I want to state my personal opinion, not claiming that this IS the case. Only as an ex-active cyclist, I feel that now I can view those who cycle, as two groups of people. There are ‘bike riders’, and there are ’cyclists’. ‘Bike riders’ are not ‘Cyclists’, they may own a bike, go cycling once-a-month with family. They do not know a thing about laws, rules, or bikes. Unfortunately, proper ‘cyclists’ are marred with the same brush by those who witness the stupid acts of ‘Bike riders’ breaking laws.
I think that deep-down, I still have the mentality of a ‘Cyclist’, and so it offends me to watch the stupidity of ‘bike riders’.

I provide two photos of the same stretch of river, proving that we are in spring!
people (lots), enjoying the sun...

wind and spring rain accompanies waves on the river!!

My music offering this week, is a link to a very interesting webpage. I found the Diane Birch session (very very good). I admit that I am yet to fully investigate the website, but it seems very interesting.

My glasses. I bought two new pairs of glasses last week. A thick-rimmed pair of ’LA-style’ glasses, and a pair of ‘half-frames’, which I think are my favourite, but I am yet to choose between the two. Below, ‘half-frames’…



Hehehhe… Did you honestly think that I could manage a whole post without talking about my love. Coffee.

Recent weeks have shown me that I can cut-down. I recently noted…

I'm in the habit of self restriction 
Coffee restriction hurts!
Forget it!

One shot is too weak


Today, I noted that I was aware of my ‘self-restriction’. It is a drug, and I am addicted. However, I feel that I am in the position where I can accept this, don’t have to ‘deal with it’, rather enjoy it’s perfection! :)

Friday, 21 March 2014

Probably...


A 'live post', as I type at the Bar Italia, Soho. Probably the best cappuccino around!


I have a cheap and easy tactic of halting my irritation that gets caused by the general public's 'shiny happy' mood as the they fill 'my' riverside', on sunny weekends. It was sunny last weekend, I anticipated the problem.
Chosen tactic: out-smile the shiny happy people.
I find it sooooo easy to smile. I always have the right to smile (who doesn't?)

problem solver
Whenever I face a problem, I know that it can be solved. Working out how, can be the tricky thing! My confidence is helped by my history in design. I remember being 18, and being told by my lecturer at university, that everyone on my design course was learning how to solve problems. 'Design' is problem solving. 

The joy I get, of singing the intro of the next song on the album, as the current one is finishing. By listening to one track, and the next, and the next, etc, allows your mood to be set by the artist. You can feel the album. When my mood gets broken up, I feel hurt by the music, tricked,

Why I hate 'shuffle'

It was by listening to Radiohead's 'Morning Mr Magpie', that I started singing 'Little by Little', and realised what I was doing, and the silly joy i got. I suffer 'shuffle anxiety'!

Little by Little   (a must for cat lovers)


'Hello. Do you need hheelp?'
I was on 'my' riverside promenade. When a young lad approached carefully. As I had stopped, checking my mobile phone, I was greeted by his comment in a heavy foreign accent. Whilst his offer was very kind, I felt belittled. I was fine, there was nothing wrong, yet as I had stopped driving my chair, everyone, even a foreign, young student, wanted to help! Hmmmmmm
I guess there was nothing wrong in him showing concern...but hmmmpf
oh well


I am ok now, but…
Time is running out

http://vimeo.com/42370883

Often, I feel this issue (no 'problem'). I try  and comfort myself, by telling myself that EVERYONE feels this. You are lucky to have any time at all. 
OK, I won't blubber on, you must partly understand.
I also try and comfort myself by maintaining the instruction of living for every moment. Cliche but it is so true.

Life is all about NOW!



A link to my art blog

Friday, 14 March 2014

119.5 seconds +...

The sun has got it’s hat on,
Hip hip hooray ! J

Hoo-flippin-ray. It’s taken time. Slightly longer than 119.5 seconds, but, good things come to those who wait!

My first note relates to the subject. I am British, therefore it is my right to ALWAYS complain about the weather! Basically, last weekend it was nice. The sun shone, and everyone wore a smile, and were outside. I predicted that this would be the case, so could handle it on Saturday. Sunday was the same. Whaaaat? The whole weekend was disrupted by everyone, enjoying the weather, on ‘MY’ riverside promenade (truthfully, co-owned by me and a queen). Well, actually…

As you know, I enjoy space, to let my mind be where it wants be. There was not a free bench along the whole riverside! Babies screaming. Litter everywhere.
No no no . No!

Not enough space to let me free my mind!!!
Enough Space





A quick link offering. Definitely a must for cycling fans, but is also worth a watch to those who can respect the extreme efforts and goals achieved by one determined human.


Although it seems to me that she has ‘been around for months’, I only bought the new album of Courtney Barnett, this week. A very good, Australian, female, solo, guitarist, singer/songwriter. Let your ears open to the sound…

Wheelchairs for disabled people ~ no choice
But 'buggies' for very young and very old ~ optional?

It may be considered controversial of me, in stating my above note. It disappoints and angers me when I witness ‘buggies’ suffering similar issues to that of a wheelchair user, knowing that they will claim the same rights as a disabled wheelchair user, but their need for a chair is questionable. Obviously, I do not mean babies buggies (parents will encourage walking ASAP). I refer to these older people, who have a choice. Wheelchairs should not be made a ‘choice’. They should only ever be a ‘necessity’, used only by those who need them. Not for lazy people! 

Right, time for some good, ‘depressing’, beautiful, strong, powerful, emotive music. Cat Power, ‘Werewolf’. An old tune, but incredibly personal to me. ‘Nobody, no-one, nobody knows my pain’

and another...

The midweek allowed me to reclaim the riverside! Happy happy happy. J
Calmness, peace, natural beauty, happiness. Thank you.

As you know, I enjoy offering voluntary work to both the ‘Kingston Centre for Independent Living’, and ‘Transport for All’. Fortunately, I often combine work, using it for ‘Kingston Action on Transport’. I found the basic fact, and turned it into a poster, to be altered depending on organisation.



I provide a link to an interesting article ‘I got off my chest’ this week.
See ‘that sign’



I am at peace with myself now. I am not accompanied by a coffee yet, but did you really think I could through typing, without discussing my drug addiction? I am now able to view myself as a coffee addict. I have three shots of coffee per day. Roughly, 11am, 4pm, 9pm. This suffices. No more, no less. Happy. 

Saturday, 8 March 2014

spring has sprung! :)

Hel-lowe!
English, don’t worry, I focus, I haven’t completely made-up my own language.
I am sorry for delaying, this week’s post. I am hungry, and dinner calls, so completion will have to wait.

Quickly, my first note was made last weekend.

Spring has sprung!


The above photo was snapped on the local riverside. Flooded, it was, a couple of weeks ago. Now, nice, sunny weather means pwitty flowers!

It is SO important to be content with who you are and have inner self confidence. 

The above note is sooooo key for me. This is how I live my life now. I am confident that I will finish this post, after dinner. I’m hungry. Food will be got.

Right, erm. Food has been had, and you guessed, a coffee now accompanies us.

Late, I know but, it’s done. Having exhibited work at an art exhibition this year, I have created a ‘2014 CV’, and a ‘mini-work folio’ to accompany. Follow the links at your viewing pleasure.


OK, I welcomed spring at the beginning of this post, but, today was beautiful. I am afraid I include a picture, below, but will not post the U2 video of such an aptly named song! Since registering today’s weather, I have not been able to get the hit, out of my head.

Left Surbiton, Right Kingston


I was smiling, happy, loving the sun, but yet again, inside I had mixed feelings. There were too many people ‘loving life’. I feel so wrong to have this attitude, I confuse myself. Ah well.  

Penultimate note confuses me as well. Am I being harsh?

It's funny waiting for a disabled loo. 95% are able bodied users!

I rarely find myself rushing, now, but I have done so! Hehe. Regularly now, I am forced to wait for the disabled/accessible toilet, then the door opens…
… and a foolish, sheepish looking fully-able-bodied person, walks out, apologising.

 There is no problem, but the sheer embarrassment they must feel, is amusing to me. Stupid, but it serves them right!

Taking busking, to a new level...



thank you JG