In response to an article published on the BBC News Ouch page regarding ‘Lesser-know things about being a wheelchair user’ I’d like to add my top ten irritations of having to use a wheelchair. Continue reading
The first time I decided to make beer was before I got married and it was a disaster. I thought it was easy, three or four simple steps, wait a month and Bob’s your uncle, free beer! But oh how wrong I was. The problem was I just didn’t have the knack, the insight to beer making. That underpinning knowledge and skill needed to make beer, not good beer, just beer. If I could make good beer the first time round then I would have opened a brewery. No, I was happy if I could just make beer. But all I made was a complete mess, literally. I also damaged my hifi, ruined the carpet and killed my cassette player. From that last sentence I’m sure you can work out roughly how long ago this was. Continue reading
When you own a classic motorcar or are a member of a car or bike club there is a tendency for drivers to wave at each other. I’ve done it when driving my MX5, waved to another MX5 owner whilst driving on the other side of the road. We do it because we’re saying we appreciate the car we’re driving, we love the way it drives, the looks it gets. A wave between car drivers is perfectly ok. Continue reading
Today Paralympian Hannah Cockroft challenged the Mayor of London, Boris Johnson, to use a wheelchair to travel to his appointments for just one day, but he declined the challenge. I can understand that it’s a big ask. So, I wonder if the Mayor of London would be kind enough to describe what it’s like to be able to travel around London where ever his fancy takes him. What’s it like riding the escalators, how does it feel hopping onto a train and hopping off at any station along the route? Continue reading
I’ve calmed down and maybe shouldn’t have got as angry has I did. I was in the market square the other day with a friend of mine. We had our SLR cameras and were snapping away for a personal photo project when a gentleman approached me and was pointing his finger at my camera.
“You didn’t ask my for my permission”, “permission for what?” I asked,
“to take my photograph”. We told him that we don’t need his permission, despite the fact that we hadn’t taken any pictures of him. Continue reading