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Having now seen the Big 3/4..

That’s Joker, 1917 and The Parasite… as well as The Irishman… I can say adamantly that ( in my opinion as a punter ) 4 of the Oscars went to the wrong film. Joker and 1917 are by far the best in every category and should share the honours, except for the Actress ones, cos they don’t really have women in them a lot. The Parasite is ok for sure. It’s a black comedy with a non Western approach for sure. Blood and death are ‘ funny’ in the film, but I’m not sure anyone watching in the screening we went to was laughing.
Im not big into film award stuff, but this definitely looks like it’s just about voting the winner to be non English speaking and ‘ foreign’ with no white people, so yet again a politically correct typa statement…perhaps I should enrol as an actor, given it can’t be long before someone in a wheelchair that’s disabled wins Best Actor.

Recently I’ve seen a few plays ( well I get cheaper tickets so it’s affordable ) Lily and I saw My Cousin Rachel, which was absolutely brilliant, full of twists to the very end. I’d not read it, nor the more famous Rebecca by the same author ( Daphne du Maurier ) as I’m not that well read really, but I’ve since bought Rebecca on Audible ( the audiobook app ). I do find it far easier to listen to someone reading it to me, than actually reading it myself. When you have half the number of functional limbs that you used to have, your arms become your legs too, which means that reading a book means you can’t move – your ‘ legs’ now holding the book. So audiobooks are the way forward. At the moment I’m listening to The State of The Affair which is all about infidelity. It’s not fiction, it’s written and read by the lady that ‘ meets and counsels’ the couples who are going through difficulties brought on usually by the big capital I.

It’s said that between 33 and 76 percent of couples ‘ enjoy ‘ 1 of the couple having been unfaithful to the other ( and of course quite possibly both of them at it ). That makes it ever so normal… yet in the West it’s frowned upon big style, even a small indiscretion spelling catastrophic consequences to the partnership and the household that they are in. Perhaps people ought lighten up about it… the author examines lots of reasons that people are unfaithful, and it’s fascinating the way she looks at it all without at any point ‘ judging’ anyone.

My English class is going strong though the charity that organises it is having its funding stopped, so officially it’s not for much longer. That doesn’t stop me continuing though, as I don’t get paid or anything. I can theoretically just keep going on the same day at the same time to the same place and assist anyone that wants to come along. We’ll see what happens!

I’m almost certainly buggered then..

That’s because every time I wheel into an elevator on the Underground or at a railway station, the lift has at least one Chinese person in it, and possibly what looks like half a village…

Well I’m bound to get Corona virus eventually from all that statistical risky exposure, aren’t I ? And then I’ll be wheeling it about all over the place, like a rabid coughing extra from a Mad Max film.

Just saying.

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So a day later and my left index finger still doesn’t hurt, and the glue is holding everything in place. Can’t really see a downside so far to using glue. Certainly better than any other alternatives I had at the time!

Turns out that it’s not exactly a new concept . Whilst superglue was being approved for medical use in the States, they used it in spray cans in the Vietnam War, to spray onto wounds sustained by the troops. It saved lots of lives, by stemming/ limiting/ reducing blood flow from the open wounds. Yes, for sure it’s a chemical and a bit poisonous if ingested, but you’re not really going to worry about that when the alternative is just bleeding to death, soon.
Thanks to Rob S for that little gem of info.

Also as of today I’ve turned vegan… or at least in most ways. My man T suggested I watch a programme on Netflix called The Game Changers. To be honest, it’s hard after watching it to be anything other than a plant eater. Don’t take my word for it, watch the film. It’s hard to argue against anything in it. Yes, for sure meat tastes good, and it’s hard to persuade someone to stop eating it that exists almost solely for the taste of genuine meat, but the PROOF exists that you, and the planet Earth is far better off if man goes meat free.

As my body is very compromised already by my injury, I’d be a bit daft if I kept feeding it with stuff that makes it work far less well than it’s evolved to function on.

As I couldn’t give a shite about eating meat and fish for the taste, it’s easy for me to just stop, immediately.
So I have.

I’d encourage you to do the same. But do watch the film.

Ouch… ahhh

When you can’t stand up and lean forward into/ over a kitchen sink, you either just don’t do things or you still do them but you do them differently. Today I was cutting up carrots and sweet potatoes, and doing them in my lap over a cloth, then putting them into a pot on the kitchen surface. I’ve done it often before but today the potatoes were harder to slice ( I didn’t have a chopping board. as for that you need to lean on it and cut with your weight – if you think about it ) I think I wasn’t concentrating properly and I accidentally cut into my left index finger, rather than stopping at the edge of the potato… mmmm ok then… an image I saw on Facebook yesterday appeared in my mind of a friend’s wife who had cut her face and been to A &E and had it glued together. …

SO … as I considered a trip to the hospital to be complicated at the very least, as well as practically very difficult with only one hand working properly, and added to that the consideration that I’d lose quite a lot of blood by then, as well as get my hand dirty via wheel pushing ( well I have no choice other than to use my hands ) I instead pulled open the kitchen drawer, whilst clutching a piece of kitchen towel to stem the blood flow, and scrabbled about for the superglue that should have been there. Why is it that it’s always bloody there, until the day you need it straight away and then it’s evaporated into thin air ..? I found some general purpose glue though. One handed I got the top off and squeezed it.. but no glue came out. Bugger me, my hand was bleeding a fair bit, I’m trying not to use it, but I can’t move without blimmin using it. I find a scissors and cut into the tube and squeeze glue out of the side of the tube. Obviously then there s quite a lot of glue… so I have a mixture of blood, glue, kitchen roll and I can’t move because I can’t walk …

Anyway, like you do ( I do ) I managed to stem the blood, get some disinfectant foam that was close by, clean the gash, get LOTS of glue on the area, and blow dry the lot with my mouth…. well it seemed to work anyway. I wrapped the clean bit of kitchen towel around my finger and secured it with an elastic band ( that was also in the drawer )

Hey Presto – home A &E procedure completed.
Yes, the kitchen towel is now glued to my finger, but it’s not bleeding or even hurting, and I’ll soak the tissue off later and put something clean on it.

I then went out and bought 4 tubes of Superglue that I’ll dot about the place for future emergencies. Well glue is something that’s very handy ( no pun intended ).

Other than that, my class size went up again. Before long I’ll be like Ghandi before a throng of non white people, holding court and receiving of rapturous attention… well either that or they’ll find something better to do on a Tuesday afternoon in Greenford and desert me. I spent the lesson going over visiting a restaurant/ cafe and booking a flight. They seemed to want to know how to do that despite ALL of the ladies saying that their husbands do that for them, as they have the credit cards and make those decisions.., perhaps I’ll inadvertently give them the know how to do midnight flits and flee the country by Easyjet? What a thought…

I must mention my buddy Dan White, who helped me loads in the early days of my injury, and this week is hosting 12 injured soldiers in the French Alps. 12 blokes with varying levels of PTSD and not many legs left between them he told me today. Dan does this because he sees that he can help people who have suffered terrible trauma. He doesn’t want thanks or any limelight shone upon him, he’s just doing good, and making a difference.
More people like him and the world would be different.


And we went to Wales for the weekend… well, we spent Saturday night at my parents’ house and half of Sunday too. Going to stay with anyone isn’t straightforward, and overnight is only possible if there’s either a bed downstairs or they happen to have a lift to the upstairs bedrooms. My mum and dad bought a sofa bed for their kitchen, my dad built a ramp, and Bob’s your uncle.
Well actually Bob is my dad, not my uncle, and I don’t want to confuse things.

Wendy drove us from London ( obviously driving expertly ) My cousin Jason came for tea ( they call that dinner in England ) and the local pub ( The Carpenters Arms ) is accessible so we went there for a few drinks My lovely Aunty Gill and my Uncle Mike came and joined us, and we had a laugh for hours. It was just like old times, except everyone was a bit older and I had a different ( and very cute ) partner, and I was in a wheelchair. As it was relatively last minute, other peeps had plans and I didn’t get to see my Bro ( as he’s in France ) or a few friends I’d love to have invited. Anyway, less can be more sometimes, and especially when you can’t move around the room and mingle because you are a bit stuck for space to reverse your chair, so it was really good. We saw my Aunty Rose and Uncle Den on Sunday as well, having actually slept well on the sofa bed, and ate lots of my mum’s pancakes…. she makes the BEST ones ( well you like what you got to know as a child, don’t you ? )

Wendy drove ( expertly ) back to London, and it all went well, I’m pleased to say. It’s been a long time since the thought of going to stay in future in Wales hasn’t been daunting, but now it’s not any longer. I do need the lovely Wendy to drive ( expertly ) and help me both ends but if I’ve got her then I’ll be ok. Wendy found my family very funny / possibly shocking, and says she now knows why I am the way I am … there you go then, I have an excuse.

Thanks SO MUCH to my parents for doing everything to make it as easy as possible, and we will go again soon I’m sure!

Get back to Canadia, you!

I took my English class yesterday. The class tripled in size from last week, such is my popularity ( presumably ) A 200% increase is a stat anyone would be proud of, right?

Ok so it was 2, and yesterday it was 6. … but still! I made it fun ( I think ). What seems to work ( based on all the lessons thus far… that’s both of them ) is to have a couple of main topics ( yesterday it was telling the time in English, and booking doctors’ appointments on the phone/online ) and having lots of conversation around the themes, with me correcting pronunciation and word order etc.
We strayed onto Harry and Meghan and the Royal fam. Cor, the foreigners living amongst us don’t half like the royals … they all had pretty strong opinions on those 2 anyway. I’ve heard that ‘ Meghan has been the victim of racism because she is a woman of colour’ a lot, though I have doubted that since I’ve personally not heard anything adverse to do with her being not ‘ pure white’ from anyone I know, but yesterday I was very surprised/ amused to hear how much the non British born ( and not white ) ladies of North Wesr London dislike her. Yep, she got a right slagging off for lots of things, but definitely not for being mixed race. Given apparently 1 in 8 people living in the UK are ‘ immigrants’ then if yesterday’s sample was representative then that’s at least 15% of us here that don’t like Megs ( and it’s bugger all to do with her having a black mum ). Sad how the racist anti black card gets so readily played, I think.

And they LOVED Princess Di, and really really didn’t like ‘ Kamelia ‘. I did correct the name pronunciation again and again, but Kamelia she remained. When I said that I knew her and she was ever so nice, they didn’t seem to believe it, so I had to show em photographic evidence. That didn’t stop em laying into her though! What the hell did/does Chazza see in her seemed to be the gist of it.

Me talking to Kamelia ( or Cammy, as she prefers ). As you can see, there were 3 of us in that marriage, so as someone once said … ‘ it was a bit crowded …’

Anyway…. the Welsh indoctrination has subtlety begun. I’ve got them saying ‘ How’s it goin’? ‘ and repeating’ whose horse is that donkey?’ Very handy expression that, up there in Greenford.

It won’t be long before Tidy is ringing out in the mosques of northwest London…

English pidgin..

Cool what you see when you’re out and about in London.
I asked these 2 fellas why they had hawks in Brentford…?

Pest control, he said, and told me the ‘ clients’ hire them and their 2 Harris hawks for an hour every fortnight. That’s enough to scare ( nope, not kill he said ) the pigeons away apparently.

I was surprised to hear, and I thought he was messin’ ( but he wasn’t ) that they come at a different time every 2 weeks because otherwise the pigeons would learn just to avoid that hour at the same time every 2 weeks.
Who’d have thunk pigeons were that clever?? As the fella said though… there’s a reason why pigeons are so ‘ successful’ at populating an area.

I might train my budgies to scare things away? Just gotta think of something that they might frighten first….

‘Un Ford ?


I went to the theatre last night with Lily. We saw Dial M for Murder. Wow that’s a good play… ever so clever, it is.. Richmond theatre does short runs of plays before they go on elsewhere, I think. Most plays are good, but not all of em. Last night was brilliant though.

Tonight I wheeled through the relentless rain to listen to a talk on Eel Pie Island. No, that was the subject, not the location of the talk… The island is one in the Thames between Twickenham and Richmond. Blimey it’s had some history. From music venues to hippy commune, to Ship building and yacht clubs etc etc. People like The Rolling Stones played there often back in the day. There’s a museum that is dedicated to it, to which I shall go once it stops bloody raining. Tomorrow I have to go to Kings Cross for a medical thing and hope I don’t get another soaking in the process. As buses just don’t work for me, I have to get to accessible Tube stations, all of which are 3km away from me, guaranteeing I get properly wet on the way to them.. and it’s not like I can just jump up and change my clothes. Once wet I stay wet… I could always just stay at home…?

Nah, I don’t think so.

Big Ted.

Last week I went to a day of TED Talks. Most people know what those are, but it you don’t then look them up on the net. They are ‘ inspiring’ talks by all sorts of people on all sorts of subjects. The day was held in Kingston, in a theatre. It was pretty good listening, and a good day out. My buddy Rob S suggested we go, after which I got free tickets ( because one of the speakers was talk about wheelchair accessible maps on Google ). Good for their image rights to have REAL disabled people listening.. and hey, I’m not objecting.
The talks are often by people who have ‘ suffered a misfortune and endured’ but not all the talks have to be, by any means. I have to say that my own life story events are ( in my opinion anyway ) more, well, crushing than any I heard this day… but that doesn’t mean I’m demeaning the tales I heard. I think to do a talk you have to have ‘ bounced back’ so I’m not sure I qualify fully to appear on stage just yet…. but maybe in the future?! I think I’ve got to achieve a bit more before I’d want to do that.
Thanks to Rob for suggesting!

In my class yesterday both ladies indicated to me that they find it very hard to communicate on the phone, with doctors’ secretaries. Well blimey, don’t we all? They’re all impatient and intolerant dragons, aren’t they… they must receive special training as they all seem to have that manner about them.
It means that booking appointments to see a doctor is an issue for them, so I’ll work on that next week.
I will be sure to mention to Julie Andrews though, that after getting her prescription from the GP……..

A Spoonful of Sugar will make the medicine go down….

( tho in the most peculiar way… ! )