Yesterday was another day which reminded me how cool this city is. I went up to the South Bank to meet up with my old school friend, Dan. We met at Waterloo and then spent a couple of hours in the gallery at the Royal Festival Hall. Some of the artwork there is amazing. We talked quite a bit: Dan writes too, and we were discussing how to best express ourselves as disabled men, belonging to a section of society the mainstream, by and large, completely ignores. It was good to hear his opinions on stuff. I also updated him on progress on the Powerchair Football film, as Dan plays on the team. We had a (soft) drink, and said goodbye intending to hook up again soon.

Then, the weirdest, coolest thing happened: I was in Waterloo station trying to find the Jubilee Line to get home, when who should I bump into but Claire, the very person from Chocolate Films with whom I’ve been liaising to try to get the film made. How cool is that! She put me in the right direction and asked me to email her. It was only a brief, fleeting meeting, but it could make all the difference. Where but in a metropolis like London could something like that happen? God, I love this city!