Monthly Archives: September 2015


A ‘man of 21 with learning disabilities has been granted taxpayers’ money to fly to Amsterdam and have sex with a prostitute.

His social worker says sex is a ‘human right’ for the unnamed individual – described as a frustrated virgin.

His trip to a brothel in the Dutch capital’s red light district next month is being funded through a £520million scheme introduced by the last government to empower those with disabilities.

They are given a personal budget and can choose what services this is spent on.

The man’s social worker, who spoke on the condition of anonymity, said his client was an ‘angry, frustrated and anxious young man’ who had a need for sex.

‘He’s planning to do more than just have his end away – he’s having a holiday,’ he said.

‘He has been to two sexual health and sexual awareness courses and basically wants to try it.

‘The girls in Amsterdam are far more protected than those on UK streets. Let him have some fun – I’d want to.

‘Wouldn’t you prefer that we can control this, guide him, educate him, support him to understand the process and ultimately end up satisfying his needs in a secure, licensed place where his happiness and growth as a person is the most important thing?

‘Refusing to offer him this service would be a violation of his human rights.’

Paying for sex is not illegal but soliciting sexual services, kerb crawling and paying for sex with women who have been coerced into prostitution is.

The social worker added: ‘Who says he can’t do what he wants? We can’t place restrictions on a young man who wants to experience the world.’

The trip emerged in data from Freedom of Information requests which revealed that many councils are using the money from the government’s Putting People First scheme to pay for prostitutes, visits to lap dancing clubs and exotic holidays.

Selcuk’s operation was postponed until tomorrow…. My thoughts are with him always.


I’d like to thank Graham Dunster for his efforts and contribution to my recent return to work. What a genuine guy he is.



Cheers, mate.

Big thanks to Kev Nielsen for accompanying me on my weekend of wheelchair stuff for the 3 days  in Somerset.

Whilst I wouldn’t exactly say that Kev is in touch with his feminine side, and doesn’t quite do things as might say Debbie, Pia, Clair, Denise, Sheila, Marta, Cressida, Saz, Chrissy, even Neal, Rob or Alwyn ( yes fellas ) might…. for a Geezer he’s pretty good, possibly more ‘caring’ than that other Chelsea fan, you know who.

I’m not sure how I can pay him back, other than by ‘treating’ him to another  weekend in the log cabin with me… ?

Kev, you’re a rock star.



I’m on a wheelchair thing in Somerset…
6 in chairs.


All of us have known what it’s like not to be disabled

My accident cycling…
One man hit a rabbit on his motorcycle, in his teens, a few years ago. After spending 18 months in bed in the spinal unit, his weight dropped from 185lbs to 70lbs – a martial arts black belt to a skeleton.

A man who was crushed by a fork lift at work, 24 years ago

A man who crashed his mountain bike in a bike park, falling a few feet ‘ only ‘, 12 years ago.
Another girl fell down some steps 17 years ago, after a few glasses of wine,  over an edge and dropped 14 feet – but went on to ski in the Paralympics.
Another hit the ground too hard whilst sky diving ( 11 months ago ). I’d say he’s still in shock- as I was at that time. He doesn’t say very much at all.
Another had his leg amputated after bone cancer

Another girl an amputee at 6 years old, now about 20 and still feels she doesn’t fit in. She ‘looks normal’ and walks without a hint of having one leg cut off below the knee.



We kayaked today, with rigid seats and straps fitted to stable ( standard) sit on top kayaks – hardly the elite boats I used to paddle, but at least back on the water, and it has reawakened my interest in kayaking

It’s 4.30 am and I’m having non stop spasms again that have woken me up.

Tomorrow is some archery, followed by blow karting- like windsurfing on sand.

Hope I get back to sleep – that would help!




I want to wish my partner, Sel, all the luck in the world, with the outcome of his SECOND brain operation this year ( scheduled to be today )

I can’t say how much I pray that this one is a success.

Thank you.

Ok, so my arms do still hurt ( but I’ve always liked that feeling – strange I know ).


I  have to thank, in no particular order, the men that took me to France and made me ride quite a long way through the countryside on roads of varying quality, through weather of varying niceness, with views of consistent beauty. Who made me drink beer and french wine every day ( I was easily persuaded ) and lifted me in and out of stuff, carried me up steps, gave me water, kept me company, remained in good humour, and were never anything other than willing to help when I needed it.

So to Roy, Kev, Toby, Neil, Robbie, Sanjay, Vaughan, Sam, Glenn, Ian, Nick, John and Dickon, I want to say that I am proud to call you my friends.

And then there’s that other bloke,  who despite his obsession with Chelsea, was ( nearly ) always at my side for 4 days, keeping an eye on me and making sure I was safe, carrying my stuff ( including catheters ) pushing my chair to give my arms a break, being always organised enough to make sure I got on trains and into taxis on time etc etc.

So he deserves special thanks, as my No 1 helper on this little trip, and whilst he’s not as pretty as some of the other people who give me a hand with things on a regular basis, he’s still beautiful for the qualities he has as an amazing mate.

So Dan, cheers Bud, you’re a legend.



Dan and I. Almost the same height, now that I can’t stand up. image

This is why.

People sometimes ask why I often ask females to help me with stuff.

Read on, and it may become apparent ..

Arrive in french town after biking with my arms for 11 hours, and covering 95 miles of varied terrain and stormy weather.

I’m in the ‘adapted’ bathroom, with my mate Dan in the bedroom outside, about 7 feet away.

We have about 20 minutes before we are supposed to get a taxi.

Me : Dan, can you help me with something?

5 seconds later

Dan: What?

Me: can you help me with something?

Dan : what?

Me : I can’t reach the shower head.

5 seconds

Dan: what?

Me: the shower head .. I can’t reach it.

Dan : Fuck!

Me : what’s happened?

Dan: fucking Chelsea.

Me : what about them?

Dan: they’ve lost again.

Me: right .. Can you help me?

Dan : what?

Me : I need some help.

Dan : to fucking Everton.

Dan: what do you want anyway?

Me : some help. I can’t reach the shower.

Dan: there in a minute… Just finishing watching this goal. ..