Reopening Old Wounds

Apparently it’s Blogging Against Disablism Day. I must admit I tend to lose track of which day is supposed to raise awareness of what. There are 365 days, and thousands of causes. Nevertheless, I’ll say a few words.

I wanted to buy a house

I wanted to buy a house.

The nationalists said I had no right to live here. They would take my house from me.

The capitalists said I should buy several, create scarcity, protect my investment.

The democrats called for a referendum.

The socialists were suspicious. They did not understand why I would need to buy a house.

The communists said I had no right to my own home. They would take my house from me.

The anarchists were least concerned. Good luck, they said. Just remember it doesn’t really belong to you.

Every inaction…

So today I’m going to have a camera stuck down my throat, and another shoved… somewhere else. I’m trying not to dwell too much on the fact that had this been done eleven years ago, when I first went to the doctor with concerns about my guts, then maybe I could have been spared at least some of the problems that have followed. But it’s hard not to.

Dear candidate: I won’t be voting for you

Our current MP Beverley Hughes did not vote last night on the Digital Economy Bill. Nor has she bothered to reply to my correspondence on the issue. As she is standing down, I have written the following letter to the person who wishes to be her successor:

I’m [NOT] blowing the airport sky high!!

I haven’t travelled on a plane since 2004. I’m not really looking forward to the next time I have to fly. Security was already silly then. Now hysteria has taken over. If the authorities read this, I want to let them in on a secret.

How to succeed in any job

You can’t get through as many jobs as I have without learning a few things. So here I present a list of my five top tips to help you get along wherever you work.

Intentionally Selfish

Today, and not for the first time, we have found somebody else’s waste outside our front door. We have a driveway. We have a front garden. This is not a case of somebody slinging things over our fence as they run past. They have made a deliberate effort to carry it up our drive and put it by our door. They can see our bins are full to overflowing already, as like so many others we didn’t have a refuse collection last week. They’ve made a decision that they are going to choose to exacerbate our problem rather than deal with their own.