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 27 February 2015

No! No! No!

Salty garlic oil 
Three key elements that I use almost every time I begin to cook. I love to stir fry a sauce based in such. I realise that all three ingredients are very unhealthy if used too much, so, 'everything in moderation' is the key!

Anyway, I am out, eating lunch as I type this, so change of subject...

I am a graphic designer, who has a strong passion for cycling. I was startled on Tuesday, troubled by two sights...

Celeste Kona
Belkin Felt

My eyes were immediately taken by this 'Celeste' bike. Intrigued by a 'hybrid, town-bike' which was using the Bianchi colour. Further inspection allowed me to discover that it was actually a Kona (so I let it off)! 
My attitude was then shook further, as I crossed the path of a cyclist riding a Felt road bike, but he was wearing this contrasting 'Team Belkin-Giant' jersey.
No! No! No! Get it right. If you are going to the trouble of buying and wearing team-wear, get it right (should have been a Garmin Jersey)...
So, a brief explanation of a topic that has troubled me forever!
My blue, white and black, Briko helmet, was owned to compliment the Fassa Bortolo kit (Ivan Basso, Michele Bartoli), it then saved my life!

I HAVE to wear a smile!
I left my flat earlier in the week, troubled by thoughts that I had been having. I was down. I turned the first corner, switching my expression into a smile, automatically. I realised that as soon as I entered 'the real world', I had to smile, masking feelings which I soon managed to ignore. I am so used to wearing this positive expression, it happens automatically.


The Bentalls Centre, Kingston - 'where style reigns'. You will never see a wheelchair on an escalator, but then, i suppose... 

I left the black cat
I felt amazingly confident, earlier in the week. I came across a delightful, young, black cat who fell to lie on the floor, in front of me, being stroked, lovingly. I knew that the cafe would shut in half an hour, so I had to leave this black cat. He chased after me in the street, but coffee was calling. I left. It was so rare of me to leave (usually other way round). A black cat, hmmmm... I ended up flirting with a Spanish girl, also in the cafe! ;)

I may seem determined, but i am confident and rational as well. Combined, these three things, allow us to do anything. Believe in yourself, only you truly know yourself.

Leap years
... Once every four years, a leap year. It confused me as a child, but I learnt to accept it. We do not skip past or 'leap forward', through a day, but instead gain an extra day. Every 'World Cup year'. This is God's way of punishing (or blessing) us. The wait from the New Year to the World Cup start, is longer than usual!

Bus experience
As ever, I type this post on Friday afternoon. I have just had a monumental experience, awaiting a bus in Kingston. A bus came, and I successfully hailed it. Hmmm, I could see that there was no room aboard. The boarding ramp ejected, I investigated, but then turned my back, accepting the need to wait for another. I looked around, amazed to see a mother with buggy getting off the bus, for me! 
"No, no, no!" I exclaimed.
"I am in no rush. You were in the space first! Stay!!" I tried pleading the truth.
We both got called forward by the driver, and I was told to board in her place. I refused, allowed the mother and child to keep aboard, and I waited. Times have changed! :)

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