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Ah well.

Events

I also went to my eldest daughter’s Sports Day today, having Triride’d across London.

Oddly though there seems to be no  Sports Day for thé over 16’s in her school.

Who knows what the logic for that is?

So, 2 failed attempts to see my children, in 2 days.

Monday

Events

I messaged someone that reads this diary directly, yesterday. He’s a man that skied with me when we were both boys.

I have to say that I’ve never heard from anyone that has expressed himself quite so openly and earnestly to me before, and that I love his honesty  as much as he appears to respect my own.

For the record **** I think you are a brilliant guy.

On thé flip side of humanity, my online dating affair goes on … I had ‘ connected’ with a lady that seemed to click with me pretty well, so I broke the news about the wheelchair stuff to her.

I don’t advertise the chair on my profile, as I don’t get any messages if I do ( except from the desperate, frankly ).

Having mentioned the chair, thé free flowing rapport halted and the rot set in.. the thing is that whilst texting the ( clever) iPhone software had somehow detected her real name, giving me the option of googling her. It transpired that she is the CEO of a charity that provides carers to the disabled and elderly.

Perhaps im wrong for making any assumptions, but it did occur to me that of all people she might have some insight into my situation… to be clear I’m not advertising for a carer, im advertising for a girlfriend, just like all the other blokes are.

As my BFF Pia said – some people are just in the wrong jobs – I seriously could not have been more disturbed by her reaction to the news of my injury. Anybody would have thought that it was she who had been rendered suddenly paralysed, rather than some fella on the end of a few text messages. I mean, if a girl doesn’t want to date a bloke who’s had an accident, just come out and say it… rather than go on about how ‘ misled’ she’s been, and what a tough year she’s had etc etc etc. It’s no skin off my nose that she disappears off my phone, as ive not even met her, and by tomorrow I’ll have forgotten her altogether. At the moment however i feel a touch hurt, but that’ll be gone by tomorrow i know.

Today I went ( uninvited obviously ) to watch one of my daughters at her school Sports Day. Unfortunately she had apparently gone home sick, so I didn’t get to watch her do well ( or so the teachers said ).  I don’t suppose I’ll find out what she did well in, but never mind.

I went to see Eels in Brixton tonight with my buddy Leigh. Russ gig rating 4/10.  Would I see them again ? No. Why? Because of their catalogue of great songs théy only bothered to play one.

You have to please the crowd ! It’s not rocket science !

Hallelujah.

Events

So… Boris is ‘ a Christian’

Yesterday I found myself at a ( wait for it ) Catholic Miracle Healing day…. in North London.

After a conversation about what I’d do to not be paralysed, and how far ‘ out of the box’ id go, I agreed to go with Boris to this packed event.

Having only seen miracles in films, I was a touch curious. Boris seemed fairly confident that I’d walk back from Euston, having ditched my chair.

Not wanting to piss on his bonfire, I went with an open mind, tbh.

Boris bounced into my room at 8am, washed, dressed and with tea and breakfast. He enthused about our day ahead, speaking in sentences without long gaps, and …. SMILING!

I thought that given the prospect of just going had induced this miraculous transformation in him,  then surely merely rendering me not paralysed ought be a piece of cake…

Myself and HappySmiley went by train and road to Euston, and joined the other happy clappers. The joy in the room was indeed lovely.

Various speakers talked in ( rambling deliveries ) about the Big Man  in the room with us – for hours, and hours.

Cut to 7pm ( we got there at 10.45am ) and it was time to be cured. I readied myself for my jog home,  though wondered if I had the right trainers on and cursed myself for not thinking about wearing proper running shorts.

A total of 153 people in the room indicated that they had experienced incredible changes in their physical conditions over the next 3 hours, though neither myself or the other 2 paraplegics at the front noticed any differences. Boris was at a loss to explain it, having spent the previous 9 hours either laughing slightly manically, dancing and clapping, or weeping like a child, having totally abandoned his completely miserable insensitive bastard persona in front of the other disciples.

Dont worry! Today he’s recovered and is back to his old self – completely unhelpful, slightly hostile, and apathetic about anything that I need.

I was moved to ask him if he really considered himself a Christian, and whether Jesus would approve of his temperament and attitude.

Needless to say, communication and conversation reverted to solemnity and scowled responses.

I have to say, I’ve had enough of him, and am working on a replacement ASAP..

Getting clearer

Events

Well I’ve seen another side to Boris.

Who’d have thought that he could be charming, smiley, helpful, sensitive, garrulous and sociable..?

How I found that out will have to wait for another day.

It does beg the question as to why he’s been fairly objectionable for 9 days, though now I see why I’m not exactly his model of perfection, at least…..

Friday night.

Events

Since a lot of people ask me about my children, on the absolutely fair assumption that I would be ‘in the know’ about them, I’m moved to say that actually I don’t know anything about them, other than what I hear third hand from other people who have some contact with them.

No, i haven’t heard from them since I moved back to Britain 9 days ago, other than a few words from my youngest in an email thanking me for gig tickets I had previously bought for her.

Despite the shun  I remain ‘ philosophical ‘ about them, I’d say, and am getting on with my life regardless.