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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Saturday, 19 April 2014

fair competition


I open with a TEEEEEWNN! Jack White provides such anticipation ahead of releasing his second album, by offering this rockin’ instrumental. Perfection? Thank you Jack.

My  intial note, this week is a cryptic reminder for me to rant.
Nike Air
I refuse to name, personally, but instead I complain about the store. Waitrose in Surbiton, is an amazing supermarket, and I continue to use. However, I was left exhasperated, earlier in the week. I was waiting to access the ‘disabled/baby changing toilet’. I was outside, accepting the fact, but made myself convinced that the only ‘wheelchair accessible loo’ was being wrongly used, by an able-bodied customer (as this is regularly the case). Wrong, but I accept. 5 minutes, I’m still waiting. Hmmmpf! I tap on the door, no response. No sound. I return to my ‘waiting spot’… The door opens! Hooo ray! To my utter astonishment, not only is the man able-bodied, without accompanying a baby, he is wearing a Waitrose uniform!! A member of staff!
I am in no rush, but sheer disbelief.
Although I see no baby, I ask him ‘Where’s the baby?’ He looks at me, puzzled. I read to him the sign, explaining those who may use the loo. I look in despair at his uniform,  and point my eyes to the ‘Waitrose’ sign, in desdain. He tries to tell me that he used it because ‘the other one was busy’. Hmmm, ok. Wrong, but ok, but WRONG!!!
Grrrrr. Wonderful facts of wheelchair life!

OK, I ensure that this blog is positive, so I want to share giving my congratulations to Sir Bradley Wiggins.  A 9th placed finish, ahead of Tom Boonen, at Paris-Roubaix, is an amazing result. I consider myself quite a big cycling fan, but I cannot remember any Tour de France winners, also with such a good Paris-Roubaix palmares. I am 29, born 1984, so forgive me if I have missed anyone?...


  
I admit that I am a coffee addict, so watched much of the race courtesy of Eurosport, on my phone, outside a café, last Sunday, in the sun!

Pics, I managed to capture, include Boonen attacking (with about 60km to go), and above, Mathieu Ladagnous, displaying my favourite kit, that of Francaise Des Jeux.




More music. Both, female acts, but very different.
Pins, I first heard Radio6Music,  album out now.



Thursday, I visited central London again. I love my iPhone. I take it everywhere and am constantly using it as a camera! When sunny, and art-deco architecture is viewable, I snap away, at joy.

I started off at Surbiton, obviously!



I turn around, and spot Bank by the roundabout! I am stunned that I have never really looked at this before. To be investigated.


I get to London, knowing that I wish to head for Fleet Street. On the way however, I stop off at Somerset House (below). The shot below is taken just before two girls arrive and take their own photos of the same shot. However they are shooting each other (fair enough). They are both standing off-centre!
I cannot believe it. I call out, telling them that are committing a crime.
A ‘crucifixion’, is what I call it! I explain why, and offer to take a photo of/for them both.


There is even a flagpole pointing towards where you stand! Tut tut.


Art Deco classic, the Telegraph building, Fleet Street.


I finish, by rambling about coffee. My note,

double shot is cheating?

Whilst coffee is amazing, beautiful, and I love it, it must have a negative side. Too much of anything is bad. I know this, and readily accept that ‘too much coffee’ is bad. A double-shot coffee, tastes absolutely perfect, but there is no wonder at this, it’s twice as powerful! Twice as ‘positive’, must mean twice as ‘negative’.
It is like EPO (erythopoetin), for professional cyclists. By having one shot of coffee, it is the fair standard amount. But now that there are cafes wanting to increase their sales, they provide double shots, to the innocent, unknowing customer. They do taste amazing, but this is not fair. They are not playing fair competition!


Like EPO, when one ‘races at a higher level’, everyone has too. Is society prepared to make the jump, to having stronger coffees?




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