Category Archives: Events

It’s not just a bad mood.


imageAmanda, Caitlin and myself hosted a Suicide Awareness Prevention Ride today. We packed out the room and steamed up the mirrors for a cause close to all our hearts. xx

 

The message was from Clair, who,  along with lots of others, rode a  hard class to raise awareness of this sadly common phenomenon.

People commit suicide all the time, for all sorts of reasons – most of those reasons being hard to fathom by those left behind.

Surely life can’t have been that bad?

What about the turmoil you’ve caused by your ‘selfish action’ ?  People say that to guilt the suicidal person into not doing it, ‘ taking the cowardly way out ‘.

I can tell you that it doesn’t feel cowardly, on the contrary it feels brave, having a firm and steadfast belief that you’re about to do the best thing,  the right thing for everyone.

When you get past that moment, and see more rationally that yes,  you might be doing what’s best for you ( in your opinion ) but it  leaves chaos and despair behind that may persist for many years, then the selfishness of the act is apparant.

The trouble is that clarity of thought doesn’t figure high on the menu of person in danger – the voice in your head that tells you it’s the right thing is very calm and convincing, almost without emotion and therefore logical at the time.

I think before my accident I’d be the last person you’d think of that would consider taking my own  life. I’ve known only a few people that have,  and couldn’t understand why on earth they did it, as on the outside they appeared way too sensible to do it, and had no good reason to either.

I think most people could realise why I’ve thought that way very often. It’s pretty common for victims of paralysis to do it, and absolutely standard to think about it at the very least. On the outside I rarely appear to be depressed, and almost certainly not suicidal, but if it was that obvious to people, then all the suicidee’s ought be stopped in time.

By the same token there are lots of miserable bastards out there that complain about everything,  all of the time ( yet wanna stick around for ever )

At the present time I’m ok, and can see a future ahead as a Dad, a husband, a brother, a son, a friend, a colleague ( delete as applicable ) but I certainly don’t always feel that way.

These days I look at people differently, and certainly don’t view the world through rose tinted glasses ( as I used to )   There are a lot of unhappy people out there, and it’s easy for The Happy to dismiss their worries as insignificant.

Sometimes until it’s too late.

 

I’d forgotten this totally. .. I feel so bad!

 

Funny Russ story

Since I’ve been cited as a partial instigator of recounting funny stories involving Russ, I feel it’s only right that I submit something about one of my many funny memories.

Russ is funny most of the time and makes me laugh like no one else I know. I love spending time with him for this reason.

It was on my wedding day – 22 years ago – there’s more than one funny story about this day – but for me the funniest moment was when Russ, unbeknown to anyone, switched some of the wedding guests copies of the Hymn sheets, with his own version of the Hymns that Charlie and I had carefully and meaningfully chosen for our wedding service. Imagine my shock horror when it came to belting out the words to Jerusalem to find some really quite disgusting words in place of the puritanical biblical words.

I remember turning back towards the congregation behind me, as I stood at the altar trying hard to look like a demure bride, and my eyes met with the big beaming face of Russ Dawkins looking very chuffed with himself!! I have never tried so hard in my life to suppress my uncontrollable giggles as the tears streamed down my face! The Vicar & Charlie’s family had no idea, luckily, about what was going on as only some of the congregation had the Russ Dawkins version of the Hymn sheets!

I’m wondering if you still have a copy of the Hymn sheet Russ?

Clair.
Sent from my iPad

Starter for ten.

This was sent by my Uni housemate ( who shall remain nameless, for the sake of his own reputation in this diary )
All the words in brackets are written by me, and are probably closer to the truth…
Many stories my friend but not so many publishable ones!

But as a starter for 10, how about your summer home alone in Moy Rd? ( I needed money so worked on a building site for 7 weeks rather than spend a summer at home )

In no particular order, except the first one which is clearly the funniest!

1. Beginning of term, Hartley, Jon and I got back to find a bunch of 10 year olds who lived in the road sporting T-shirts with Russ the Muss written on them. And that you’d been doing shoulder presses in the street with a broomstick as the bar and a 10 year old on each end as the weights! It was like that scene from Rocky – they followed u everywhere and kept asking if you wanted to come out to play! ( I’m sure they were older than ten )

2. You and Uba ( Nigerian – public school educated – prince type – not many of those in Cardiff in 1985 ) mowed the lawn with a pair of nail scissors…( what’s wrong with that?! )

3. The bathroom window got smashed and you couldn’t recall doing it cos u were so pissed and blamed it on me. I couldn’t recall it either and actually believed it was me! Took Pat the neighbour to put us right! ( I wasn’t pissed, I was sleep walking, naked. Out the back door, into the garden, where I was seen to pick up a brick, throw it through my own bathroom window, and then walk back in – the old guy next door saw the whole thing as he was hanging out his washing )

4. Bored, you went through all our personal belongings. We returned to find dodgy photos of us all on the wall behind the Woodville pub bar… ( possibly true )

5. You worked all summer on a building site and blew it all on lumberjack shirts and a dodgy white denim jacket! ( cool back then?)

6. And finally there was a note from one of our neighbours (never identified) which said ” I seen you. I seen you shitting on our doorstep!” A charge you always denied but I did always suspect it could have been true! ( I have no idea what really happened – but generally got blamed for everything )

Cheers bud!

Sent from Samsung tablet.

A plan.

My friend ( Clair ) suggested that as a ‘coping strategy’ I write here on my blog about funny things that have happened to me in the past.

As I’m not feeling altogether cheerful, it will probably affect how I recount stuff, but I’ll have a go.

If you find something funny, please tell me.

That’ll at least justify my having made the effort.

Saturday

At last I slept deeply.

9 hours straight. I suppose there comes a point where you’re just so tired that despite such things as uncontrollable legs that move and kick all by themselves, you just sleep regardless.

Tonight is our annual pre Xmas Chiswick Xmas dinner – celebrated by the same lot for 25 years ( well, we are the only ones not to miss one ) ) and there are about 26 people coming. Every one has to bring stuff and help, so it works really well (tho inevitably its more work for whoever hosts it than anyone else )  I feared that my fatigue would really kill it for me. I’m in charge of party games, and I’ve thought of a new one -called Gay or Straight?  As no one knows the rules except me, and I’m not actually taking part, it should be a laugh …

And  I’m in charge of the Music Quiz. I’ve noticed over the years that people imagine themselves to be music quiz geniuses when they get pissed, but the reality is the opposite, just far more noisy shouting out of totally incorrect answers…

 

Thank you.

Thanks.. In no particular order  ( except for the first person ) to :

Dani,

Irum and Farah for today, and our late afternoon and evening out ( after my psychiatric appt – where I was encouraged to adopt the mind strategy that I am grateful for being in a wheelchair – not as bonkers as it sounds ),

Adeelah, Jana and the team in Egham,

Charlotte,

Lisa Jones for her long and beautifully written letter to me,

Pia, for being Pia, and Cliff and Holly for their tolerance,

Jo, for being gay Jo,

Dan for his ongoing support,

Jo Midgely for being so pissed that even tho I was very very drunk, I felt sober next to her,

Danny  and Pippa  Kishon for making me laugh

Rich, Trudy, Jack and Luke K for a great 18th birthday party, and Sarah F for being the Vagistrate

Toby for breakfast, and advice,

Sian for her concern,

Glenn for his,

Larry for drinking my beer,

Roy and Dickon for a different breakfast  and their strength,

Most of Team WDF cyclists, plus partners, plus Jules and Vaughan, for all coming to my house for a Loire cycle ride reunion,

Mike Smith for his ‘ don’t let the bastards get you down’ approach,

My Mum for her texts,

Sas and the Park Club for a big night out,

Andrew Pelosi for proving that business contacts can also be close friends,

Colin White for his party,

Clair Mason for her love,

Stu Metcalf for his empathy,

Charlie Perkins for being a horse’s arse,

Roy  in advance for tomorrow, and likewise Rob Colliver,

Sandra K, Monique, Arti and the 2 Chris’s  for their messages,

Jayney C for her humour,

and all the other people that prove their friendship over and over again.

 

Monday

  • A message from a cool guy I’ve not seen for years, that I did a team race ( 5 days ) about 7 years ago..

 

Seems a hell of a lot has changed since we were thrown together on remote scottish island!

Sorry to hear about the accident and to read that you are going through a particularly difficult time with it.

I realise that we only met for a short time and that I am surely not the best person to comment etc but I am sure you will get through it stronger. What I will always remember about you from that difficult week is not (just) the athletic performance but the fact that while the rest of us were falling apart mentally not only did you keep us together but it didn’t seem to phase you and you cracked on regardless. Not only that but you always did with great banter too. Without that I am sure it wouldn’t have been remotely as enjoyable as it was…. Plus Quentin may have not made it back alive as we would have surely killed him.

Easier said that done Russ but hope you can dig deep and find some of that same character,spirit and resolve I am sure you will be OK, Just forget about the scottish sheep shagging bit!

 

A ( quite sweary ) but lovely message.

Hello Russ, “sorry to read you’re having a particularly tough time right now” doesn’t quite cut it and yet I know you write rhetorically not expecting answers, simply expressing the (unimaginable) frustration and unanswerable agony that for you life currently is. Not going to write anything trite, just agreeing with you that your battle all along was/is mainly going to be psychological and you are putting yourself in the very best place to help yourself – and those you love. Hopefully soon you will start to see and value yourself the way others do which truly is as a very smart, funny as Fuck, articulate, talented, inspirational, loving man with so much to give. I am so looking forward to seeing you. X x x