Tuesday

We saw Sinead O’Connor tonight. It was a surprise to see that she’d converted to Islam and the little elfin chick was now clad in a full burka… she still sang songs that weren’t ‘ very Islamic ‘, starting with one that had her singing that she had pissed in someone’s wine glass.
She was pretty good tho, tho not quite what I had expected. 5/10 from me. No, I wouldn’t see her again.

The night was drastically overshadowed by yet another bus journey calamity. This time a driver refused to let me on, by which time I was actually already on. He objected big time, despite the parents of the buggy babes actually being ok.
After about 4 miles of peace, a passenger took it upon himself to stage a verbal attack on me, saying I was ‘ anti family ‘. See… wheelchair user vs baby in buggy gets only one winner, and it’s not the wheelchair! People can relate to parents and babies but not to disability. As I just can’t help standing my ground, it got VERY heated. Essentially I wanted to kill the fella that was giving me a hard time. Well I’ve just had enough and no one stands up for me, so I have to do it myself.

The subsequent events resulted in Wendy and I splitting up. She says I got too cross. Well … she’s not the one dealing with the unrelenting discrimination I am on the end of, is she?

I just can’t be meek I’m afraid. Oh to have a hitman go round with me 24/7.

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  1. Sorry to hear.
    Your stories amaze me.
    Make me despair a little for the human race.

    I know I am a bit in the other direction but I specifically sit beside the person looking like they might need help with toddlers / babies on public transport. And I keep training Eliel to look out for people struggling in whatever way to try to help…eg we carried a heavy bag for someone a little disabled to Euston Square the other day (when we actually needed the underground in Euston and then had to run back, late). And we had just emerged from the long Gatwick corridors recently only to come across an older woman struggling to manage large bags balanced on her lap in a wheelchair. We sorted her bags to our trolley and Eliel pushed her back to her gate.

    To me, that stuff should just be automatic.
    Eliel (9) still gets a little embarrassed about offering to help / chatting with strangers so I think it does come down to early parenting and setting the expectation that children, above all else, should be kind and observant.
    If he ended up like some of the people you describe in your stories, I would be ashamed.

    A personal vehicle with some sort of adaptation is not an option?
    Bus / train journeys seem to be the bane of your life…

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