Today i saw this blind man on the underground.
I thought about all the difficulties he may face today…not just in getting about London, but also at home.
For instance; aiming must be a real problem. The rim of the bowl must be quite a mess. And the floor around the toilet base. I feel sure there must even be a fair amount of ‘splash’ on the surrounding walls.
I also saw this lady today
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The Television advertisement states: 40% of men over 40 will experience some form of erectile disfunction.
Thats 1% chance for each year of your life. I wish i was 5 again.
I’m 35 and i certainly experienced a few % the other night.
below are a few examples to eradicate the stigma attached
There are few people who are worth their place on this planet. Rom Houben is one of those.
The Belgian man, surviving a horific car crash was thought to be in a vegetative state for 23 years, however he was conscious all along..he has lived in a state of non-communication with the outisde world until now. I admire this man.
If Esther Rantzen was still alive i’m sure a ‘heart of gold’ badge would be winging its way to Liege. And deservedly so.
After a new head scan, doctors found that his brain was active and he can now communicate using a special keypad.
It made me think of other so called ‘vegetables’
and the stories they might tell if they were given special keypads.
Fotunately for Rom, he is from belgium, so he didn’t actually miss anything.
last month i was asked to provide a film, previously made, for a forthcoming event at the soho curzon cinema.
i was happy to oblige as the short film entitled: How to survive a terrorist attack, was banned from an event at the Tate last year.
However the event at the cinema is discribed as : Short Films and Discussion On The Disabled Vanguard.
Now i’m delighted to be labelled ‘disabled’. but i’m unsure exactly why?
I dont use one of these:
(although i did wheel myself round a shopping precinct in Preston many years ago)
but
i am dyslexic.
i did once shit myself.
i suffer from occasional mental disturbances.
i have ginger hair.
and bad breath.
I’m happy with these to be used as my reason for joining the ‘less-abled’ amongst us as long as i can now officially park here:
link to film at curzon on 8th nov 09
MY darlings
please read the london underground signage on the northern line for priority seating.
i believe they’ve made a mistake. it should thus:
so next time please give up your seat for a manic depressive whose done well to make it this far.
I’ve been attending buddhist teachings on a wednesday night in my local library. We are told to be more accepting of everyone and everything. but on my way home…
…this man was taking a wee in the street, slyly opening his car door, opening his fly and then urinating.
I photographed him as he was shaking his penis. But I imagine it looked like this.
(This image has been mosaiced, so not to cause offence and is not to scale)
At first I was outraged.
But anger turned to acceptance, even love, as I returned home and remembered that 4 nights before, I was caught short myself in the middle of the night and only had a fresh orange juice bottle with a little left in, to hand.
I got home and looked at that partly filled bottle in a different light.
It now sits proudly on my bed side table as a reminder to accept people with different ways, habits and cultures.
Ironically it was in a SAINBURYS TASTE THE DIFFERENCE bottle.
having bought 20 packets of trimflakes from morrisons…i’ve now started to work on a new prototype toy, to be placed in the packets, as a promotional gift to increase the sales and then place them all back on the shelves….thus tackling obesity face on.
the new ‘toy’ i am thinking about is a mini Floella Benjamin in various positions and a mini Kim Noble
that can be linked together.
these will be available in a month.