Monthly Archives: February 2022


Because my Voldemort ex surgeon thought it was ok to ‘ fix ‘ my spine in an immovable way, it means that I can’t turn my body at all ( as in AT ALL ).
Because my voice is really weak anyway, and i already struggled in loud rooms, I’ve now completely lost the option of turning and leaning towards someone I want to talk to, so I’m effectively lost in loud places unless the person I am with is right next to me.

That diminishes my experience SO much.


I went ( well me n Kerry went ) to see a play called Running with Lions the other day.
About 3 generations of a black family, now all in Britain ( tho the grandparents had arrived from the Caribbean ).
It was very good… though more sad than happy, with the family members more at odds with each other than they were together.
Ultimately they seemed to realise that understanding and respecting each other’s wishes was the best way forward though – so it was a sort of happy ending, with a life lesson thrown in.
I’m finding that the less ‘ luminary ‘ theatres are doing the best productions… who’d have thought?

Hammersmith Lyric theatre is both accessible and has helpful staff…! What more could a Spazzer Luvvy want?

Splattered of Brentford.

There’s a reason why I’ve avoided trying to use an electric handheld whisk since I’ve been unable to jump out of the way properly.

I actually did the whisking ok, but then whilst trying to go backwards to the sink with the whisk in one hand, I accidentally pressed the button again.

Why oh why did I find that Angel Delight in the cupboard?!

Doing your bit.

I’ve been credited with saving a life…

Someone I once met, whilst with Lizzy, had decided he’d couldn’t take any more and was going to check out ( kill himself ).
This particular gentleman is an artist, and really has a fantastic talent. I’d bought something from him for Lizzy a few months ago.

Alerted to his situation, I sent him a fairly long message, telling him ‘ my story’ – detailing my mindset, from dark and without hope or joy, through to being at peace and genuinely ‘ enjoying life ‘.
After a while he replied and told me that my contact had made the difference, and that relatively his situation hadn’t seemed quite so dire, and that his thinking had been changed.

It’s worth it, isn’t it, helping a lost soul, and there being a happier outcome because you took the time. Having been on the receiving end of amazing love and friendship without which I wouldn’t be here, I can testify that giving of yourself to a lost soul is a very worthy endeavour.

Tonight I go with, my friend Kerry, to meet Leigh n Bev in north London and see the crazy De Staat. Last time I saw them it was beyond good, despite having had a railway calamity on the way. Now you can book assistance ( ramps ) online… and it actually works too.. Fingers crossed because K is as feeble as a kitten, and there’s NO chance she’d be able to get me on or off a train… 🤦‍♂️🤷

Grimy night out.

And he went, with wee Lizzy, to watch James McAvoy playing Cyrano de Bergerac, in the Harold Pinter theatre last night.

Bit different to be honest. Not what I was expecting. A very modern take on a very old tale about a wordsmith with a massive nose who couldn’t get the girl because of his conk… but still was able to write to her by pretending to be someone else – well it could only happen in a play, after all.

Strangely they didn’t feel the need to actually give James a massive plastic hooter; instead you had to imagine he had one (?) Maybe Jimmy Mac is too vain to wear a trunk, so they had to work around that ?

Anyway the lyrics/ script were all written by Stormzy or something, so if you are a Grime ( that’s a ‘ music ‘ genre ) then you would have liked it a lot. If not, then, well, you know…

Cyrano was the poet of his day ( In the story ) and likewise old Shaky Speare too, and ( for some ) Grime is the modern equivalent.

Not for me tho. I thought it was a bit crap