My espresso cup
today...
I have now selected my Espresso Cup that I carry about me, in my bag. I go into coffee shops, asking for it to be used. I only have Espressos during the weekdays. Longer drinks are had at home, in the evening. Many of you may be puzzled, why I do this, and truthfully, effect may be minimal. I aim just to raise a vague awareness of a ‘potential-culture-shift’, that i would love and embrace...
Stay in the shop. Drink an espresso quickly!
- Independent Coffee Shops need customers to use their shop correctly.
- Caffeine must be recognised as a drug, duly respected by everyone. People need coffee ‘hits’. Do not consume what is not necessary. Just drink shots of Espresso.
- Plastic, ‘throw-away’ cups turn into non-biodegradable litter in under 30mins after being bought in a shop.
- Respect. Show respect to the shop that you have bought your drink from. If you like coffee, pay it attention.
- Few humans can sufficiently multi-task whilst pedestrians and coffee drinkers, simultaneously.
- Primarily, the issue is ‘the fight against littering the planet, for eternity’
- We need to preserve our planet. Why use more plastic?
‘On-the-go culture’ is destroying us!
I have found this news item, and I welcome this concept...
Introduce a 5p Charge on Disposable Coffee Cups
I noted this recognition, earlier in the week. I had previously rejected these very initial thoughts, as i really didn’t want to recollect how i felt. Very truthful, very honest. Straight after this, I felt shame for my girlfriend, but initially
Some of my first thoughts, after ‘waking’...
- where am I?
- ‘Hospital? I am going to have lost so much fitness.’
- ‘I will be so slow, on my bike...’
- ‘Shit! This is a serious tragedy that I cannot even ride my bike...’
- ‘What will I do?’
- ‘Oh, I can’t even walk! I’ll just have to re-learn’
- ‘It may take time, but hey, s*** happens!’
- I regret nothing. Keep your mind. Be proud of keeping your mind.
Halfway through a tasty lunch on Monday, after morning Gym, I enjoy a plate of scrambled egg on toast. I pause.
These clear moments of reality hurt me. I have no choice but to try and twist things.
I am halted, as a girl wearing a dangerously short skirt has walked past me to join her friends. My head gets twisted around as I observe (I am male).
I continue eating. Knife and fork, but ‘incorrectly’. I am quite proud of this however, as I know how far I have progressed.
Unfortunately I know I must ‘stick out like a sore thumb’, because of my disabled individuality. Everyone who doesn’t know me, must be looking down on me. This is a shattering fact. I feel forced ‘to play my wildcard’.
I am a lucky man.
Professional cycling is now a global event.
Although my focus usually begins with ‘Paris-Nice’ (early March), I welcome my passion to start sooner, this year…
TDU
January 14-21, Wakefield Road, Adelaide,
Some photos make me laugh...
Some fools deserve to feel disrespected...how do we shake hands?
****! (There are 'alternative' descriptions)
A hero, that is a regular appearance on this blog!..
Diane Birch @ Stageit 01/31/2017
Opens with a super cover of George Michael’s ‘Careless Whisper’
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