Could cricket become an olympic sport?

I suddenly have another reason to look forward to the 2024 Olympic games. According to this bbc article, the ICC now intends to start lobbying for twenty20 to be included as an olympic sport. I think that’s a great idea. To be honest, the other forms of cricket are a bit too long for a multisport event like the olympics, but the faster, quicker pace of the limited overs format make it much more suitable. I really hope the IOC give it the go ahead. Whoever is selected as host, Paris or LA, it would just be fantastic to see cricket played at an olympic games.

Keeping my mind on the tasks at hand

There’s a hell of a lot of anger in my heart right now. Any time I hear anything about Brexit, I get so worked up it scares me. I shake with rage and frustration; I hate it. I want to be my happy, optimistic self again, but it feels like that can’t happen because the country I love has descended into utter stupidity. The only solution is to keep busy and take my mind off it.

And I am busy. These days, I have so much going on, I barely know where to begin. Last night I went to a film festival organisation meeting. I now have a screening in the park to organise, including venue, projector, seating… I have every confidence I can do it – I just need to get cracking.

On top of that, there’s a film at school I need to get going with, as well as the exhibition. They’re both well on their way though, so I’m pretty confident I’ll see them through. Busy though I am, I’m more confident than ever. In fact, when I focus on my day to day life, I become much more cheerful and positive. That, then, is the solution: keep my mind on the tasks at hand, because the second I start to think about events in the wider world, things suddenly seem much darker.

My blood boils

I won’t repeat what I wrote here yesterday, save to say that I am very, very angry indeed with what is happening today. I had been slowly calming down over Brexit, coming to a form of acceptance. But today I cannot accept it. Today, utter stupidity has prevailed. From now on, our rights will be eroded, greed will prevail, and tolerance and respect will be replaced with prejudice and barbarism. My blood boils at the thought that this could be allowed to happen. How could the people of this country be so fucking stupid?

I will not let this xenophobe get his way

I just came across a clip of farage on his LBC radio show, and quickly felt a wave of pure, intense anger. He was trying to sound all peaceful and accommodating, asking what it would take for us Remainers to accept the result of the referendum, but it struck me as a total insult. How dare this utter embarrassment to humanity be so patronising, condescending and arrogant? It was like he was trying to shut us up like wayward kids, resisting their parents’ judgement. I instantly flew off the handle; I felt a white-hot rage and had to go out into the Garden to calm myself down. I almost had an absence, I was so furious.

How dare he? The referendum was won on a lie, based on the slimmest of majorities. Our human rights and standing in the world are at risk because of it. Farage was making out it was all cut and dry, over with, and we should all accept the result. The hell I will. Thhat would give him and capitalists like him carte blanche to screw us all. I will not let this xenophobe get his way and turn this country into a free-market hell.

My rages scare me. For a few moments, all I feel is anger; I genuinely want to kill someone. Yet I’m not the only one who feels so angry. While the way I express it is connected with my cerebral palsy, the anger and worry I feel, the frustration that so many people allowed themselves to be mislead, is genuine. Others feel it too – we saw it with the protests on saturday. The anger is building, and that’s what farage fears and is trying to quell: he does not want brexit to be reversed.

But it must be; it will be. Brexit is utterly wrong for this country, and must be fought. More and more of us are waking up to the fact that it was a travesty of democracy built upon the lies of xenophobes. That’s why we refuse to ”respect the result”, and why we refuse to be talked down to by an utter disgrace of a human being who should be in jail, not on the radio.

Uses of a bent fork 2.0

I was thinking about the film I mention here a few days ago, and about how it might be good to use in my exhibition. I think it illustrates the ideas I’ll be trying to get at rather well: being disabled does not mean one is a burden, by any means. The problem was, the sound on that recording was awful; using it for a proper screening just would not be an option. There was just one solution: make another version.

Thus on Saturday, with the very generous help of Paul and Matt, we got filming. It didn’t take very long, but I think you’ll agree that the new version, which you can see here, is much better. It’s also more technically complex: rather than doing it in one long shot, this time we actually did a bit of editing and camera work. Matt was a great help with that. I’m very pleased with the outcome, and can’t wait to show the guys at school.

Anti-Brexit protests cannot be ignored

Thousands marched to oppose brexit yesterday, but it got hardly a mention on the news last night. I would have liked to have gone, but was busy filming (more on this soon). More and more people are waking up and realising they were deceived, lied to and manipulated into voting Leave. Brexit is not the will of the people and must – [b]MUST[/b] – be stopped. I know the outists won the referendum, but how can this continue? How can the tories plough on with Brexit, amid ever-growing opposition and as the country descends further and further into intolerance, xenophobia and a form of fascism? The mainstream media is currently ignoring the protests, trying to turn a blind eye to the anger; but before long it will realise that this is a problem which cannot be ignored. The people of this country were swindled by liars last June; it is now essential that it is restored to the right path – outward-looking, internationalist, tolerant – before it is too late.

Spring is come

Spring is here, and summer’s near,

The sky so clear, with so much cheer.

Grass so green, wind so still;

A day ahead waiting to fill.

Life’s so ripe on days like these;

Like corn in a field and fruit on the trees.

Spring is come and summer near,

Winter banished with all its fear.

The calm of the river

Lyn and I took a walk down to the Thames yesterday evening, where she took this stunning image on her Ipad. I love the way Lyn captures the calm of the evening, in contrast to the hustle and bustle of the city behind.

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Amid all it’s current strife, there truly is beauty in the world – you just have to look for it.

Meeting Sharon and Dan in the park

Yesterday for me was quite a nice day. I did my usual volunteer work at school, then, around three, went to meet Sharon for a coffee in the park. We planned to meet there yesterday a week or so ago, but we hadn’t met up in three or four weeks so it was good to see her. Dan came too, and Lyn joined us there shortly after, so for a while the little place was crammed with wheelchairs.

It was a really nice afternoon. We discussed this and that. For a while, Dan and Sharon were discussing all the ins and outs of running a powerchair football club, and it was quite fascinating to hear them talk about the politics involved. That sport is far more serious and complex than I thought: for me, it is just something fun to do on Saturdays, but from the way my friends were talking yesterday afternoon, I glimpsed a far more severe, competitive and even cut-throat side to it.

We had got there about three, but in winter, before the clocks go forward, the cafe closes about four, so our gathering ended all too soon. Sharon made her way off, agreeing to see us again next week. Dan’s train home, however, wasn’t until about five, so we all came back here to continue chatting. Dan is a very nice guy: it amuses us both that we went to the same special school in Cheshire, and ended up meeting again down here. We discussed Hebden a bit yesterday, swapping opinions of old teachers.

Then dan looked at his phone, probably just to check the time, and said that something was happening up in Westminster. I came here, into my office, to look at my computer, and saw the news. It would seem that yesterday wasn’t such a good day after all. I felt the usual sense of bewilderment and concern one usually feels when you see news like that: you can’t do anything about it; information is sparse, so all you can really do is sit back and wait for news to trickle in. The news was showing streets I now know quite well, full of police, emergency vehicles and frightened, bewildered people. On the whole, though, I’m just relieved that it wasn’t far, far worse.

Shortly after that, Dan set off back to his place. He was worried about how this incident would effect public transport, but I checked a few hours later that he had got home safely. This is the sort of thing one has to expect when you live in a city like london. This isn’t rural cheshire. As vast and dynamic as london is, the metropolis also has it’s dark side.

Rather busy

Things have suddenly got rather busy. As of yesterday, I have a presentation to prepare, a film to shoot and an exhibition to organise, as well as a few other, smaller projects I’m working on. I’m beginning to feel a bit swamped. The problem is, I keep making all these suggestions, telling people I can do all these things, and I don’t notice the work piling up. At the same time, I feel more confident than ever. I know I can do it, and that when it is done, it will be awesome. It’s just a case of knuckling down and getting on with it, so on that note, I better get back to work.