No, don’t be shocked: But on one issue at least, the London Olympic Organising Committee (LOCOG) has served as an example of good practice that every organisation ought to follow. Honestly.
I’m a sucker for American comics. Batman, the X men, Green Lantern, can’t get enough. We all need a bit of escapism now and again. What I didn’t realise, however, was that when I became disabled I’d be able to live out my dreams by gaining real life superpowers.
It’s usually foolish to look back into the past in the hope of finding some sort of mythical, halcyon “good old days”. They usually weren’t.
It had to happen eventually: in my efforts to recover from a spending a morning with an oil tanker on top of me I have come up against the postcode lottery. And my number is a losing one.
I’ve not written this blog for a while, principally because I’ve recovered sufficient fitness to return to my day job.
Being a full time financial journalist at a time of global financial turmoil would be exhausting enough were I not taking a pharmacological soup of different nuclear strength drugs to fend off the pain I still have to live with.
For the last few months I’ve been learning all about pain.
The trouble with people like our esteemed Chancellor and his Chief Secretary to the Treasury is that they’re very clever people. Or at least they’re surrounded by people who tell them they’re clever.
One thing being disabled has taught me is that there’s much more to Campbell’s soups than meets the eye.
One thing that has always annoyed me is when people say “of course the hard part is yet to come” when they’ve quite obviously cleared the most challenging obstacles they face.
…I’ve got a small fortune’s worth of specialist equipment no one seems to want back.
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