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.