Well here is the next one, not sure what I am going to tell you about but I bet you it will end up being a good one, or perhaps a rambling mess... Can you tell yet??
I'm writing it because I've spent the evening thinking I should be writing something, and after chatting to my new PA, I feel compelled to. Mainly because she spent ten minutes telling me I should! Funny isn't it, only met her once before this weekend and she is already telling me what to do... What does that say about me? I don't want any answers from Freud either!
There is nothing particularly interesting to tell you at the moment. Nothing too major has happened. So I'll start with a brief update on the assessment mentioned in the last post, "A review of me..."
The social workers started to act all heavy, throwing their weight around. However I, being the sort of chap that I am; eloquent and argumentative at times, wrote them a letter back. I pointed out that some of the criteria had the potential to be breaching human rights, and I name dropped the local MEP, lashed on a bit of hostile, yet nonthreatening tone, and guess what? Not heard anything since... Just got to wait now to see if they are regrouping or backing down, I really hope its the first, I'm a lover not a fighter!
(Despite the shell, I am pretty soft inside, as most who know me would testify)
The new things to tell you are far more light hearted in their content. I went to London last weekend to see the Foo Fighters in Wembley Stadium. I have to say that they were really good. I have some videos on youtube if you fancy a look, www.youtube.com/russellsmith83, however the most interesting part of the weekend was the Sunday. I had a little adventure in London with my brother. We conquered the underground in my fairly hefty electric chair.
Actually the underground can be my talking point for the next few minutes. Hopefully Boris will be reading this, and perhaps can make a change, or ignore me, I don't mind really either way... The underground has some accessible stations for people such as myself, who dare to be disabled. Its nice of them, because really, we shouldn't be allowed out in society should we. Anyhow they have these stations that are ace. They have lifts down to the ticket offices, and then on down to the platform(s). However there is a problem. The platform height, to train height difference. The difference is such that my chair could never have made it of its own volition, as I approached the train, the foot-plates scraped on the train floor, it was that high. Luckily I had the aforementioned, rugby player sized, brother to act as a decent counterbalance to flip me up onto the train!
(I can almost picture you there smirking as you read this, you know who you are!)
Anyhow, I am sat on the train, on the circle line, great name for a rectangle track, and I can see people thinking, "eh, how one earth did he get down here?"
I smiled back in a, "wouldn't you like to know the secret" kind of way. It amused me to see their puzzlement.
After sitting there for a bit watching signs come and go, and my brother talking about the tube bombing, a thought hit me. I thought to myself, my chair can carry a lot of weight, and has a lot of hollow tubing in its design...
So after about 20 minutes on the underground we popped out at West Minister. Its great there, I am biased though, I love London. I took some pictures while we were there, you can also see those online, www.flickr.com/russell_s_smith, all of my good photographs are on there, take a peek! (Look at me shamelessly advertising myself in this post!)
My brother and I wandered around London most of the day, had dinner in Wagamamma's then came home! What a great weekend!
Then it was a week at work, nothing too interesting happened there to be honest, the usual busyness and repetition but nothing interesting. Except that I broke down! My chair actually died on me!!!
However thanks to the best people in the world who got me back to normal in under an hour, I don't usually name people personally but hey, this is the post to do it. Howard and Paul from physio, Paul from the technicians and Paul from Serco. You guys are ace!
Right, we've come to the end of this post, wasn't too interesting was it? Sorry, I'll try harder next time, it was more of a stopgap to fill the ever-growing void since the last post.
Oh, one thing, before I forget, talking of people, I had a new PA start this weekend, and I bet you she'll be reading this at some point, it was her harassing me to write another post. So this ones for you, with your brain stretching philosophy, constant munching on sugar filled sweet things and your over enthusiastic urge to stuff me with pancakes and tea!
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