I was out on my usual roll today, thinking. As I’ve said before, rolling helps me to think; it’s far better, anyway, than staying indoors, especially with the weather as nice as it has been. Today, incidentally, is my first jumperless day since Australia. My essay’s almost finished apart from the final touches, which I’ll do when ii get back to campus, so I’m happy.

Anyway, rolling along, in full flaneur mode, I realised how many establishments remain inaccessible. Even after the dda 2004, a lot of shops have huge steps up to their doors, rendering them inaccessrable. It’s quite disgusting. If I want to go in, I have to get out and walk in, which, while ok for me, might not suit others.

In a way, it’s like having a sign saying ‘no cripples allowed’. There’s a semiotic equivalence. All it would take is a bag or two of concrete to put in a ramp, after all. Would we, these days, have signs outside guest houses saying ‘no colourds’? Of course not. So why are we still being discriminated against?