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, 10 February 2017

It snowed today!

I find NOTHING better, than creating an attractive girl’s beautiful smile.
Hehehe, I can only ever do this to complete strangers (if I know them, this beauty may be recognised, but I must remain silent otherwise embarrassment is caused for them)! I am always confident approaching, I always apologise for such, as I realise that I am very strange to do this, and I do not want to cause any fear. I just continue, by telling the honest truth about why i find her attractive (usually dark eyes, dark hair).  I may use a bit of ‘aesthetics language’, complimenting whatever  I am stunned by. If a beautiful smile is induced, i win! I never expect anything back. As long as i create the smile, I am sooooo happy. A smile is infectious.
:)

Why do i do this? I am very much a visual-person. I cannot approach girls, any other way. I am not in the position that i can wonder, slyly into a club on a Friday night, flirt, drink and dance (this was never me anyway). There is no hiding a wheelchair. Therefore, just go for it. I have no inhibitions left to keep hidden.

Monday- Fruit juice craving
Monday was strange. Instead of my 'love for coffee', I had an unusually strong craving for fruit juice!
Resulting in 'lack of coffee' (or 'less'). I feared a 'fruit-juice powered Patrick' was going to have t suffice the gym! So, i admit, that i dashed into Caffe **** (a high street chain shop).

No-one sees black, no-one sees white. Whilst it can be brilliant (or tragic) to group things as 'black' or 'white'. True extremes only exist conceptually. White is 'nothing', black is 'everything'. For either’s existence, one must recognise that you are actually considering it as a contrast between itself and the opposite black/white extremity. White is not a colour. Black is all colours, compiled.

Unkle - James Lavelle is returning! :)
Sick lullaby  - feat. Keaton Henson




My journey home from typing this piece, found me in an ultra-mini snow-storm, as i traversed across Kingston Bridge!
I felt child-like, in the joy i was experiencing!

Many of my apocalyptic predictions that involved me never experiencing snowfall again,  banished!

A rubbish photo, but then, it WAS snowing!!

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