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My brain.

It’s dawned on me that my ‘inhibition’ seems to be getting me into trouble increasingly.

To me, if something is true, then it can’t be wrong to say it, you see.
Increasingly though, it’s a case of me being told ‘ you can’t say that !! ‘.

I find being told that quite confusing, and actually surprising. I mean, if you are in a private situation with someone, and you talk about something that’s factual, whether it be about me, about them, or about someone else.. well then how bad can that be?
But it seems that facts seem irrelevant to lots of people. More important is not talking about something, and being ‘ vanilla ‘ about everything really.

For example, I talked to a lady on the phone a while back. She told me that she was going to ‘lose 2 stones this summer’. Well being very pro exercise and diet, I was positive about her wish.

Then I met her a week later, and we had a really fun couple of hours. Yes, I could see that without 2 stones she would be better off.

So I asked her about her strategy for losing the 2 stones.
She looked at me ‘ angrily’.
I asked why ?

She said ‘ how dare you!’

I said ‘ what do you mean? You told me you were going to lose 2 stones, and I’m just asking you how you intend to do it ?’

She told me I should like her as she was, not have a ‘ jock attitude’ and that she was tired of abusive, controlling men.

I didn’t know what to say. I was shocked. She’d told me about her weight loss plan and I’d shown an interest. Surely it would have been worse not to care? Isn’t it better that I’m with her on the Health Drive?

Well she got really cross.. instead, insulted me and I gave her some back. She left, and that was that!

Ok now I’ve told people that tale, and people seem to ‘ side with her’.

The point is that in my brain I’ve said nothing bad?! On the contrary I’m congratulating her on her plan.

So it’s seems that I see things differently to other people, then. To me,nothing is ‘awkward’.
I mean, I get the principle of course. I’m trying to think of an example, as I write. I’ve just imagined meeting someone who I know had a dad/ brother who was a mass murderer. I guess people would avoid talking about that to the person? That might be a subject they’d avoid?
But I wouldn’t. I’d just ask questions, without embarrassment. Im thinking this through now, and thinking perhaps that makes me unusual, right?

I mean,if it happened, and was therefore a fact, then knowing they know the fact, then what’s wrong with me mentioning it?

It works all ways though – if it’s a ‘positive’ thing then I’d say it too. If a lady had a particularly impressive bodily feature… then I wouldn’t think it wrong to compliment her on that. Again I’m
thinking this through. I think that makes me odd, again?

In my accident I had frontal lobe concussion. People that have known me for decades say ‘ nah you’ve always been like that – no stop button’ and laughed a lot. But now I think it’s different. Before I must have had ‘ diplomacy’ to have been able to do my job. You have to ‘ act very professionally ‘ as an optometrist, and I didn’t ever get into hot water, for decades. So I must have been able to zip it, right?

Now I don’t seem able to ‘ not say ‘ if it’s factual and it comes into my head.

I get told I’m unkind/ rude here and there, and I’m genuinely amazed. How is the truth awkward and unmentionable? Except clearly, it is?

I’m going to talk to my GP about it and hopefully get to see someone qualified in head injury and personality change.

And no, this isn’t a joke post. 🤷

If I’ve ever offended you, ‘flippantly’ then it’s not been my aim.

I think it does make my company ‘ funny ‘ but only if you are relatively insensitive to stuff that I could say. Otherwise it seems you might find me ‘ uncomfortable company ‘ !

Interesting

My interview with the police took about 2 hours.

The ‘ compulsory questions’ that were not related to the actual crime .. included

My sexual orientation
The gender I identify as
My ethnicity
Whether or not I considered myself disabled ( and then in what way )
Whether I thought the crime was racially motivated
Whether it can have caused community tensions ( and if so, how? And if not, why?)
How did the crime make me feel.
How has it affected me emotionally
Whether or not I have a support group
If so, who are they
What nature of things am I comfortable sharing with them
Have I had counselling since the incident
Would I like victim counselling
Could the assailant have been part of a terrorist organisation
Could he have planned to targeted me

And perhaps another Yes/ No questions.

My answers will be sent for analysis…

That’s good.

I went through the account of the incident probably 4 times.
The officer was clearly following the procedure he is obliged to.

The ‘ essential information’ could have been gathered in 10 minutes or so.

🤷

The incident.

So yes, I was in Costa coffee.
This chap came in and was speaking very loudly.
He was telling the lady behind the counter that he’d just ‘ moved in upstairs ‘.
Could he please have a drink? He was polite but loud.
Then he asked the lady where she came from ( Latvia ) , how long she’d lived here, did she like it, what time did she knock off, that she was invited to come to his apartment for a drink after work, would she like to go to Kew Gardens with him etc etc etc.
He clearly didn’t ‘ see ‘ that she was politely and professionally declining everything he had proposed.

Having given up on pulling the Latvian, he then came and sat very closely to me.
Hello, be said.
Hi.

Are you up for a chat?
Not at the moment, I said, I’m a little busy ( on my phone ).

There followed sighing/ muttering.

After a couple of minutes…
‘ You should be really grateful, you know?’

For what, I said …

That someone like me even offers to speak to someone in a fucking wheelchair, like you.
I could just have ignored you, but I didn’t, so you should be grateful’

I said ‘ I don’t need you to talk to me, I’m not a bloody charity case, mate ‘

No, he said, you’re a fucking C***. That’s what you are.

( Ffs, I’m just having a coffee, before I go to The Old Vic to see a play … )

It’s raining, and I’m going to get wet, as it is.

The Latvian lady asks him to leave me alone.
No one else ( of the 10 or so other people in thé place ) does anything.

He’s now swearing constantly, and is evidently about to take a swing at me.

I can’t rotate my body ( metalwork ) and I’m side on to him.
I’m not able to defend myself. I only have a multi tool, with a penknife. I reach for it.

He says ‘ have you pulled a knife on me?’

I said ‘ just go away ?’

He says ‘ I’ve got a much bigger knife, and I’m going to cut you up so bad, your mother won’t recognise you ‘.

( As I said… I’ve just gone for a coffee, and it’s 4 in the afternoon… )

I said loudly ‘ can someone please call the police?’

Then he throws his drink over me..

Jeez.

After he runs off, the staff member passes me her phone. The lady on the phone is a police operator. She asks if I’m a ‘ vulnerable person ‘

I say I’m paralysed and in a wheelchair.
She says thé police will arrive soon!

I say I can’t wait, but would appreciate an officer to interview me.. but not today.

They’ll probably catch this guy.. there were witnesses, and apparently it’s on the Costa CCTV.
Plus he said he ‘lived upstairs’
It shouldn’t take much to get him then.

The police come to mine, later.
I’ll press charges and the guy will get a conviction. Then he’ll probably lose his job.
Well, that’ll be fair.

What a total twat.

Back in the room.

I know!

No posts for a while.
I’ve been kinda busy with stuff.
Additionally I’ve noticed that since my long depression ( 8 years ) finally lifted, I’ve not written so much. Perhaps this diary has always been a way to ‘ release ‘. I don’t know, truthfully.

So, in a recession now, on the brink of nuclear warfare, and with a post pandemic global cost of living crisis… and it’s now I come good!? Just as everyone else seems to be down. There’s timing for you.

Lucky I get Concessionary tickets for everything then… my own cost of living hasn’t really altered significantly. I don’t have a mortgage, nor a car, I don’t eat much and can’t use much hot water. I also have a jumper for when it’s a bit cold in my flat. Gone are the days of being able to wander around in just my grits.

I’ve just booked a trip to Portugal, for October. That’ll be good!

I’ve seen quite a few plays, and seen a lot of friends. Possibly the highlight was spending the day with 3 of my schoolmates. We haven’t all been together for decades. Extraordinary how you just click immediately back to the old dynamic – which in Wales means just taking the piss out of each other non stop.
Mikey Jenks, still in Wales, Stuey Metcalfe, now in the New Forest, Jeff Thomas now in Australia – all together in a bar in Paddington. Such a laugh.
No one knew Jeff as Jeff. He was always called Clog. Why? Because as a kid he briefly lived in Holland ( of course! ). So for 45 years he’s been called Clog. Makes perfect sense! 😂

Today, as my brother in Florida could have his home washed away, or maybe end up with an alligator being washed through his window on the 4th floor… I shouldn’t be telling my tales of flippancy.

So, signing off

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Queen 👸

I have found myself, like most, surprised by how sad I feel about Queen Elizabeth, but also how happy I am to have King Charles..

And I think the Coronation shouldn’t be a scaled down version of the usual one … as proposed, but a proper pageant of old.

Britain only has this scale of royal celebration.
Let’s not do away with it.

Just do away with Prince Andrew and that Meghan..

I went to Green Park. Not that Wheelchair friendly, but hey I’m glad I saw the floral tributes and felt the love. It was very tangible.
Go if you can.

Suddenly the picture I have of me chatting to Prince Charles is quite a lot more special – now he’s the King!

Top day

Had the best day I’ve had for a while recently… seeing my buddy Leigh and his beautiful wife, Bev.

A day in Kew Gardens! In my standy uppy iBot!

I have to say that Bev really is a lovely girl.
Not sure Leigh knows how lucky he is…

Just looking Mister!

Faced with not a lot to do, the other day .. I thought I’d investigate something that I’d heard – that a branch of the GWR ( railway ) was being reopened to passengers, and a new station being opened not far from Brentford.
I looked up the likely location of this and set off for Transport Avenue.. the nearest road to it.

I wasn’t sure what lived up Trans Ave, but soon realised that it was all industrial stuff… including a massive recycling place, fed by huge lorries.

I wheeled up there in my ( relatively weeny ) wheelchair.. often being stared down at by lorry drivers… until I got to the end of it. I couldn’t see a railway line at all… but knew it must be there ( because it is actually currently used for freight services ).

After a while .. this fella in a hard hat and safety jacket came up to me.
He said ‘ excuse me, can I help you ?’

I said I’m looking for a railway line. Is it close to here?

He said… mmm it’s up that way.. but sir, you can’t get on a train there.

I said … I know, but I just wanted to find out where it was, because apparently it may soon be opened as a passenger line.

Right .. he said.. well I don’t know anything about that.. but can you tell me exactly how you got in here?!

I said .. well through the gate.

He said… well you really can’t be in here Sir… please follow me and I’ll escort you out .. a safe way ( aka a route that won’t end up with you being crushed by a 20 ton juggernaut )

Ok, cheers I said … but how do I see the track?

Err.. you can’t Sir.. ( aka Have you escaped from somewhere/ been taking your medication?)

😂🤷

Ireeeeeeeeee!

Having lived in London for 30 years plus…. I’d never been to the Notting Hill Carnival.

Well I’m not Afro Caribbean, nor smoke ganga.

But I went this year – just for a look!

Blimey it’s crowded.
Not a place to be in a wheelchair!
You’d be swallowed up .. and crushed by any one of a million ‘ ample’ black ladies.

The atmosphere was brilliant though… and I avoided certain death by joining the procession!
I was next to a lady in a power wheelchair who had a whole wigwam built around her chair?!

I didn’t think that was a black thing – a wigwam – but hey… 🤷

Once in the procession, I couldn’t get out, of course.

Then a lady said she’d take me back to hers for some Jamaïcain lovin.

I’m following her now.