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, 29 September 2017

over three quarters...

It is not surprising that such political chaos which our world is facing, will always influence artists everywhere. Artists are creatives, and are fortunate to be able to think with their own brains. There are many problems that much of the world greedily, seems happy to turn their back on, and close their ears to. Creatives use art to express themselves. Music is an art. Kate Tempest has already been promoted on this blog (http://patrickgoodacre.blogspot.co.uk/2017/09/psycho.html). Kate is an amazing lyricist, a poet.



Another artistic group  that must be promoted is a super-group, containing artists from:
Rage Against The Machine
Audioslave
Cypress Hill
and Public Enemy
The power of the sounds of ‘Prophets Of Rage’ is supreme, and deserves a listen to.

Mid-autumn (three quarters)
I was along the sunny riverside, last Sunday (24th).


I was aghast, as i realised that we approached October, November and then December! Three months until Christmas. I immediately counted backwards, September, August, July. Three months (and three days) since midsummer solstice. Beyond Autumn midpoint (21st), but GULP!! Warm temperatures have fooled us. Our climate has changed, but the world will take NO MORE!
Three months until Christmas and three months since midsummer!

The gym is a good way to start the week. Fitness is gauged. I am used to competing against myself (my life as a cyclist was largely about setting personal records). I am in a similar position now. I can only fairly compete against myself.

I must be positive. I have lived 100% up to the age of 22. I had hopes, dreams and desires. If I had a personal goal, I achieved it.
I have been existing for the past 11 years. I have been alive but not been allowed to ‘live 100%’. For four years, I required the help of a hospital or rehabilitation care home. I am still continuing to progress, but it will forever hurt me when I know that I cannot dream as I once did at 22. Everyone ages, perhaps this is my main concern. No matter how hard I work to catch up, we all watch time pass us by!

As Camus’ character ‘Meursault’ (in ‘The Outsider’), explains...
‘When I was first imprisoned, though, the worst thing was that I kept thinking like a free man.’ (Pg 75)
I still think like such, imprisoned in a wheelchair. No matter what anyone says, to a certain extent I will always feel ‘imprisoned’ by my wheelchair. Much of my mind still feels like that of a fully-able man. But...
I leave the past sentence unfinished because i do not want to delve deep. 
Prominent note was supposed to be praising 'The Outsider'. It's purity, and clarity are wonderful.
The best book that I’ve ever read.

Old song (from late '90s). This version was released, as part of the 'MTV Unplugged album' in 2014.
Placebo ft Majka Vos Romme
Every you every me
MTV unplugged 


My freedom 
I typed the following section, on my phone, whilst on a train back from Waterloo.

I feel so incredibly proud and grateful of gaining and using my independence. Life used to be incredibly painful, as I knew that I lived in the amazing city of London, but I remained stuck alongside carers, wherever I went. I am now allowed to live my life as I choose. London is the best city in the world. There will always be corners unturned, places yet to visit, but I am happy.


My journey from Fleet Street, onto Aldwych, up Drury Lane, down Long Acre, and on, led me to the 'Bar Italia' in Soho. I was served an Espresso with an Amaretti biscuit. I used to have these many, many years ago. Incredible! I had felt happy with my morning's Physiotherapy session, I felt that I deserved this! Amaretti are a perfectly lightweight, crunchy, almond biscuit, that compliment an espresso perfectly! 



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