All Saints – really great group – almost fanatical crowd. Can’t say I’m THAT into them, but they can certainly strut still, and have definitely still got it.

RGR – 8/10.

We i did, to be fair.

Latest Male carer is proving himself to be bone idle.

I’ve gone from Boris Karloff to Lurch from The Adam’s Family.

How do these people get care positions??

My email to the agency just now –

‘Whilst he is actually going before long, I’m deeply disappointed with this carer. After not being able to clean or even answer the door, ‘this evening he said that he hadn’t eaten all day and somehow that is my fault ? Who is caring for who here? He did nothing at all until 1 pm as my girlfriend made breakfast and helped me wash and dress and transfer to my chair. He didn’t offer me lunch and I had none. I then went out at 4.30 until 8. Then I made my own dinner on a barbecue outside.
I asked him to pour me a small glass of wine and he gave me half of a whole bottle in a glass filled to thé very top. When I asked what on Earth he was doing… he said ‘ well last time you drank it and I had to give you some more later on,  so I just gave you more this time instead of having to fill it up again ‘

Seriously – what can this man actually do that s right ?’

It’s coming home.

What is?

The England football team, I’d say, tomorrow morning.

Surely this nonsense can’t go on and on? They were no good when they left for Russia, so how can they possibly be good enough to win the World Cup?

I do want to watch it though, so I can be the minority supporter in a vast crowd of English people.

I had 2 sets of tickets to 2 different gigs tonight. One is in Somerset House ( Sigrid ) and the other in Brixton ( All Saints ). I wanted to see Sigrid so I emailed and then phoned too, for clarification on their intention to screen the match first ie if they were going to. I pointed out that if they didn’t, then almost everyone would not show up… get this – they said that they would make a plan a few hours before the game,but not actually tell anyone what the plan was

So im in the Electric in Brixton – massive screen and All Saints after the game.

Somehow in VIP area chatting to Mel from All Saints dad…?!!

And Croatia are looking ever so on top, suddenly.

Not sure if I’m a Serb or a Croat… but I’m one of them…

Who are you getting next ?
Can’t you get a young
Bird , slim blonde
Big boobs , fully shaven
Good looking ??

( I’m wondering whether he means that she no longer has a beard….? )

Blimey, it was like an episode off DIY SOS here today ?! All these lovely mates and the odd professional turning up at more or less the same time to help me out.

Today I have, in no particular order, got

TV’s on walls 2

Garden outside tap and hose connected

Ceiling hook and TRX attachéd to enable me to transfer from wheelchair to wheelchair

Broadband

Internet

Phone line

Lights on ceilings

Arranged a hot date for Wednesday s gig  – thats now today !

Fireplace installation

Outside decorative lights

Outside already installed lights

Wine drinking

My prescription medications

Coffee in Chiswick

Financial advice

New carer ( having sacked Boris for complete and final incompetence )   Today he refused point blank to tell me what he’d done for the previous 2  hours that I’d obviously paid him for, instead just choosing to smile at me in a creepy way whilst yawning – seriously odd behaviour?

Obviously I reported all to CERA, thé hopeless care  agency that provided him, though they seem only to give pathetic excuses for his behaviour    They forget that I have actually employed hundreds of people in my former life, so absolutely can tell the good from the bad, pretty quickly. I really would NOT recommend their services

Massive thanks to Marby, Ben the plumber and Lal thé Buider

I asked Boris to move a desk top fan for me. As he moved it, the base fell off altogether.  He didn’t seem to notice that at all, despite it being a foot long.

Then he did see it. He picked it up and held it, and looked at me.

He then said ‘ what do you want me to do with this?’

Why would he even ask me?

I currently have the BT engineer here. Get this – he  won’t actually do anything himself ( as it’s against  company policy to attach any cables – like TV power or the aerial câble to the socket, or an HDMI cable to anything at all   He just looks at me and is perfectly fine with proposing that I try to do it ( which is impossible for me  because I cant move the telly )   He’s a strong guy of about 25, ( with ever so nicely coiffed hair and a fair bit of holding gel typa stuff in it, that he flicks occasionally, and has very strong aftershave and a tight fitting T shirt ) for whom it would be easy.

All attempts to persuade him to just help me, fail  He says he can’t touch anything that looks ‘ precarious’   The TV is firmly on a large padded stool, and only a strong earthquake would dislodge it, however he won’t touch it at all, or connect anything at all to it. I have to rely on the technically retarded Boris to assist him. It’s not at all funny

When I say ‘ can you just plug that in/ press that button ?’ he gets quite annoyed and says ‘ look we’ve been through this!’

I offer him a coffee. He says yes . I feel like asking if he’d like to use his own arms to drink it, or should I help, in which case I’d explain that I can’t because it’s against my policy on coffee drinking in my home.

Typically ‘ they aren’t BT, they are a company that BT uses, so there’s no point in complaining about it ‘

I’d  explained to BT that I needed help  I asked him to phone his manager, who says it’s too bad and company policy  across the board anyway. So they come to connect you, but won’t actually touch things.

Has the whole world gone mad? I’ve written a complaint, but I have no faith they’ll even read it.

I said to Boris that I’d been surprised by just how unhelpful the chap had been. Boris is careful not to agree with me on anything… and simply says ‘ do you think he was a homosexual….?’

That threw me slightly, wondering about the relevance of the question..  as I’m clearly in touch with my feminine side, and the type of guy that just goes to gigs brazenly with another man, I have no Gaydar at all.

I think I might wear that pink jumpsuit tonight….

But seriously…. despite Boris K in da house, I endure and life isn’t all bad.

Loved seeing Nev, Churchy Day, Roy thé Boy, Fragrant Jo, Sonia today, Chris H, Pia of course, Moby ( aka Mark and Toby , DIY experts, both ) Cressida, Wendy briefly, Pat and Amber ( no, not my daughter )  – all people that make a difference to a life of a person ( me ).

Brilliant gig tonight in Kentish Town !  George Clinton ( 76?! ) and his Funk crew of total honeylicious backing singers, cool male dancers, big  black home boys, and great band.

Russ Rating 10/10 – I challenge anyone at all not to have a good time in this room, tonight.

Yet again not a single white face on the stage and not a single Brother in  the 2000 strong crowd?!

Massive thanks to my new gig buddy Chris H for the invite – and i dont care how Gay we look either.

There’s practical, and there’s impractical. Between these two there are degrees of practical and impractical. Having grown up with practically minded people around me, i wouldn’t in my youth have classed myself as practical. You then learn all sorts of things and can become skilled at things, even though you aren’t necessarily a natural. I’d say that that describes me – I’ve basically learnt a fair few things and I am definitely lateral thinking about practical solutions, applying my learnings and  skills, such that they are.

When i meet a bloke that seems completely clueless in every way, practically, and he’s over 40,  I just wonder how he’s got to that age at all?

Its apparent to me that as well as never cleaning a floor, Boris has never hung washing on a washing line, used a drill, or put a dishwasher on either. The man has SIX children! It’s now obvious why his wife has willingly let him get a job hundreds of miles away from Hungary. She OBVIOUSLY does every single thing in their household, and he gets in the way – so she’s better off when he is not there. If he’d just thrown the washing at the line and hoped for the best, I think it would have been better than how he actually did it, and that was with me trying to explain how to do it.

My last Male carer in Portugal wasn’t exactly ‘spanner literate’ but seriously… compared to Boris he was nearly Isembard Kingdom Brunel…

I really should video this stuff, but I don’t think you’d actually believe it. You’d think it was all staged, for comedy effect.

These days I seem to get a spell every single day where my spasms just will not stop. For 3-4 hours they are pretty non stop.  Then, at some point, they peter out, for no particular reason.  Perhaps my muscles just get tired of continuously contracting ?

My thighs are definitely getting more and more muscular because of it, but blimey my legs are heavy as a consequence.