Spontaneous Combustion

A conversation about unemployment rates amongst disabled people of working age reminded me, not only how lucky I have been, but of the sheer lunacy of prejudice. If it weren't quite so serious it would be funny. My teenage ambition was to be a criminal defence barrister. I was not …

What’s Up with You?

I was in a pizza restaurant dithering over what to chose. “My God,” said my newest colleague. “Your eye sight is terrible. You should go to Pakistan and get that fixed. My wife had terrible sight. Not that bad, but she really did have trouble.

A Fugitive From Justice

Being a fugitive from justice is a stressful experience. I know, because I experienced this. I experienced it briefly, just for a nano-second, in the REM dream state that most of us experience just before we wake up. My crime? I was caught on camera driving

All Teched Up

I love technology: I love the oven, the kettle, the toaster. I loved the TV I grew up with. That's the one that had an enormous "V" shaped areal that extended out of the top and sat on four screw in legs. It had a button for turning it on …

Biff, Chip, Kipper and Me.

My picky friends have pointed out that this blog is full of idiosyncratic spelling mistakes. I plead visual impairment! Early attempts at reading were centred around the adventures of Peter and Jane who rolled around in the front seat of the family car, chased moving buses and took to an …

Hanging on the Telephone

The All Party Parliamentary Group on Eye-Care and Visual Impairment has just published a report on the state of eye care in the NHS. The heart of the matter seems to be the inconsistent and sometimes plain illogical way that services are provided. The report isn't a bundle of laughs …

A Map Called Wanda

After a considerable amount of effort to plan a self guided walking tour, of revered places of worship, in Borgas, Wanda (that’s google maps to the uninitiated) and I set out. Tripping out of the hotel Cheap and Noisy, over an invisible step into four lanes of moving traffic,

I’m Not Cross

Each time I’ve gone to vote, I ask where the large print ballot paper is that every polling station is obliged to display by law. It’s usually pinned on a wall which means that just about anyone who needs to read large print won’t be able to get near enough …