I guess I better blog bout this, even though I’m still rather shaken up by it. Yesterday afternoon I had a trip to Crewe, I had already finished my work and thought I’d just browse the shops. I found a rather cool store though where I bought Esther’s Christmas presents, then I decided to have around the town centre and found the war memorial. Apparently, there was some controversy over it – it was recently moved to another site. It looks fine where it is if you ask me. After I had finished looking at it I decided to head back to the bus station. I was about to cross over at a sharp bend and a car came round the corner. I’m not sure how it happened because it was too fast, but next thing I knew, I had hit it. My right footplate was broken and I was shook.

The driver got out and pretty soon other by standers came. I still don’t have my lightwriter; I didn’t know what was going to happen or how to talk to these people. I had my letter board, but I was shaken, to be honest it was the most scariest moment of my life. I couldn’t communicate for awhile. I realised I needed help so I gestured towards my bag and pointed towards the front pocket, hoping my address book was still in there. It was, and I got one of them to call Esther. Wednesday’s is her day off, but she lives in Crewe, not far from the centre of town, plus she understands me. She came down and was able to straighten out the driver of the car with my details and I gave him mine. The front left bumper of his car was rather scratched.

After that I went home with Esther. I was still rather shaken and scared and worried. She called my Dad to explain what had happened and Dad came over. Thank fuck I don’t live too far away, and thank fuck for Esther and her family. Dad put the wheelchair in the back of the van and took me back to campus. I must have the best parents ever.

In way, it is a serious set back to my independence. I don’t think I want to go out on my own again. Yet, on the other hand, the fact is I handled it: I got myself out of this pickle. Paradoxically, my confidence is both boosted and dented.

Last night was quite cool in the end. Bout 7.30 I was scouting about, wondering whether there was anything decent on at the arts centre – which there wasn’t – when I noticed them setting up for live music. I came back home, blogged and did a couple of chores, and headed back out about 8.30. Dan was organising it. His girlfriend, Vikki, graduated with me; she was there and we got chatting. It seems she now works at some kind of day centre for disabled people, running writing workshops. She explained to me how the ‘service users’ lack confidence. They constantly see barriers. Vicks told me about how she was trying to start a magazine with them, and asked me to write something positive for it.

Knowing today was going to be busy – I want 1000 more words on my thesis before lunch – I decided to go home to write. It only had to be short. I jotted the following:

” You often assume, being disabled, life will somehow be limited. You assume that many boundaries face you, and that you can never do the things your peers do. I one assumed this – I never thought I’d get to university, or have friends, or go on nights out. I was wrong, and it amuses me how wrong I was. I am now a graduate of Manchester metropolitan university, graduating with a first class honours degree, but there was a time when my parents were told I wouldn’t be able to do GCSEs. It would seem I have proved my teachers wrong.

As a masters student I live quite independently. I have Pas to help me get up in the morning, to help with meals, and to help with nights out. Boy, during my undergraduate years, I had some right laughs. I drank too much, often crashing my power chair. But then, that is basically what university is about – having fun. Being disabled does not exempt you from this. in fact, I found it made things more exciting.

With the right help, anyone can achieve anything. This is why, when Vikki asked me to write this short piece, I jumped at it. Disability does not connote boundaries. You, me anyone can achieve anything they put their mind to. The sky is the limit.’

I printed it off and sped back to the bar. Vikki smiled – I think I’m in her good books.

I was looking through the interweb thing just now. I sometimes read the blogs of fellow crips, one of whom is an American student with cp. I found this entry – it seems she found the Onevoice video we made. How cool is that. Its only fair that I link back to her.

Off to watch live music in the bar.

Today was quite good. Research took a new direction. In order to locate the essence of the cinephiliac moment, I realised it was necessary to find and analyse my own. I set to work writing a list of all the moments in the cinema which inspire me – mostly from bond, Jurassic park and star trek – and went hunting. Youtube is almost the perfect tool for that sort of research, for on it are short, memorable clips. I’ve set myself the task of writing 3000 by the end of the week on this part of the research, which will bring the total wordcount so far up to 10,000. I don’t think that’s bad going. I already got 1000 words down. What’s more, I love this type of analysis. Its perfectly suited for a cripple, plus I get to relive all my favourite moments in film! Yay!

Yesterday was a bit depressing. My first November 5th without fireworks. The fates conspired against it. I thought that there was going to be a bonfire on campus, but about mid-afternoon, I saw a sign on the main gate saying it had been moved to the plough. I reasoned that everyone would be going there, but no. when I asked ash and jen at teatime, they weren’t going. They were going to stay in the bar till Chris (jen’s boyfriend) escapes his work there and then they were going to his place. I didn’t think I was invited, so I went home after they left.

Oh well, I don’t think I can complain too much. If I had really wanted to see the fireworks, I’d have gone myself. Getting ready for bed last night, I remembered the last firework display I saw – arguably the best firework display in the world! It was in Sydney, on new years eve. Our hotel overlooked darling harbour, and we got a prime view of the festivities. It was there, too, that I got my first ever ‘proper’ martini, in a real martini glass. After you have seen that, you can’t really complain about missing a few fireworks.

Yet on top of that, the two people I stayed here to see did not appear. Both Emma and Steve were supposed to be on campus this weekend, but I saw neither hide nor hair of either of them. I suppose it’s my fault for not organising a time to meet, but both campus and, for that matter, alsager, are so small that I thought I’d just bump into either of them.

Oh well. Perhaps today will be more fruitful. I’ll wager Emma will be in the wes at lunch, and if I meet Steve I’ll ask him to dinner in the plough. Fireworks or not, life’s still fun.

Short of anything else to write about – too hungry to think of anything – here’s a link to the most recent ouch podcast. Enjoy. I’m off to get dinner

This week, I’ve found myself getting rather short tempered at my inability to communicate with people. it is really very frustrating, leading me to get snappy. Yet, when I step back and look at the problem objectively, it’s not so bad. I could just hide myself away until I get my lightwriter back, but this would be boring. For one, Emma and Steve might be coming down this weekend, and I won’t want to miss their return.

There are ways to communicate other than my lightwriter. If I need to make a request in the library, I type it out, print it off and hand it to the woman on the enquiry desk (I owe Mary a box of chocolates). These days, in order to evaluate if film has a contingency, I need to get my head round reception theory, and I’m thinking about requesting a tutorial with professor fisher (incidentally at graduation this was the fellow reading the names). I need to do this without the ability to talk. Do I wait till I get my lightwriter back? No, this would waste too much time. I’ll simply write him a letter explaining my predicament and my request. Naturally, he may be busy today, but the odds are he’ll fit me in sometime. Of course, I’ll do the tutorial with Esther with me – she understands my speech better than anyone these days.

Technology is cool, but it’s prone to break. Therefore, one must not become too dependent on it that one ceases to function without it. That would be boring!

There’s a nasty rumour that, rather than being an excuse to dress up and drink too much, some guys at university actually do research. What’s more, it appears they’ve found something. 3 planets circling stars outside our solar system. How cool is that? Esther sent me this link yesterday. Okay, forget archaeology, now I want to be an astronomer!

You know, perhaps I should have been an archaeologist. Then, instead of just moseying over to the wes to read or write, I could say cool stuff like ‘Pack your bags, est, we’re off to hunt for crystal skulls.’ Then we could go on adventures instead of just hanging around rainy old alsager. I’d need a cool name, something like…Indiana!

Mind you, real archaeology, fascinating though it is, mostly concerns digging holes rather than going on adventures. Nevertheless, from what I read, there really have been figures like dr. Henry ‘Indiana’ Jones – Belzoni etc – which is probably why this video has me jumping up and down with excitement. I cant wait,

Yes, yes, I know I’m getting very lax at updating this thing. I used to try to do it every day, but these days that is proving difficult. I’m busier than I was; or, perhaps, lazier.

Anyway, after the party Saturday night I went home yesterday for Sunday lunch and Palin. Saturday night was great – jen and ash throw great parties, although I tended to ignore their so-called rules (for example, you couldn’t say ‘drink’). Mayer seemed thoroughly bemused by it all, although I think he had a good time.

However, I think my lightwriter needs replacing. It’s refusing to take charge. Mind you, it is about eight. Dad has suggested I look into getting a new model of VOCA, which is a very interesting idea. I’m considering opting for a minspeak system – not only do I hear it’s faster, but it would be interesting to learn what is essentially a new language. Any suggestions on this subject would .be greatly appreciated.

Sorry about there being no bloggage yesterday. Thing is, nothing interesting happened; well, not until the end at least. Dr. fair delivered a most interesting refresher lecture on Lacan, and I instantly heard alarm bells ring. His concept of ‘the real’ disrupting the symbolic order is very similar, to me at least, to the barthesian idea of the punctum and the Kathleen idea of the cinephiliac moment. Of course, I need to read up on Lacan, but now I know where to go next with my MA. To be honest, I’m having great fun engaging with the various arguments. I have 5000 words down already.

Adding to it, however, might have to wait till Sunday or Monday. Tomorrow I have a post grad meeting up in Manchester from 9 till 3 (why does it have to be a Saturday) then, in the evening, jen and ash are throwing a Halloween party. This promises to be great fun: a few of my old year might be coming, and it will be great to see them. What’s more, I think Mayer’s coming! If he does, it will be great – I’d love to show him campus, and all my friends here. Kind of like my old world meets my new world. I think I’ll try to encourage him to come to university; I see no reason why that wouldn’t be possible – he’s just as clever as I am. I suspect, too, that film would suit him, as would acting, perhaps. Anyway I’ll discuss it with him. It would be great to catch up. Mind you, what he says when he sees what I’m wearing tomorrow night I dread to think.

Cripes its twenty to ten already. Better get busy. Much to organise!

A few days ago, ash showed me this. it’s like sesame street, but cool. I agree with their sentiments exactly! Hehehe

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I was wrong! Totally, gloriously wrong!

Today I once again started the hunt for my friends. It has been eight months or so since I went looking for Richard, and, since then I have been too scared to go looking for the rest of my friends from school. I was scared that I’d only find more sorrow. But today, having added quite a bit too my thesis and finding myself in need of a stroll, I tapped the name ‘lee mayer’ into the online phone book, and finding one in Crewe, decided to go a-hunting.

I printed map, caught the 20, and was on my way, nervous at what I might find. The map lead me straight to the place with only a little hassle. I rolled up to the door, and knocked. At first I thought I had the wrong place, for this guy with a beard answered. Mayer, it seems, needs a shave.

After he accused me, in jest, of stalking him, we spent the afternoon chatting. I had to leave all too soon, but I was pleased to hear donno and phill are still very much about, although the latter is, in Mayer’s words, ‘still fat’. Anyway, it was great to see him, and hopefully he’ll come to visit me on campus soon. Yay!

Sorry I haven’t updated this site since Thursday. on Friday, I was busy, then I was home for the weekend where my pc isn’t set up. Blogging is my addiction (well, one of three or four, actually) and I stat feeling guilty if I can’t do it every day or so. I’m not sure why, but it’s not dissimilar to my compulsion to show off.

Anyway, while I was at home, I found that the most recent issue of Speak Out had been delivered. This is the one voice magazine. This edition carried news of mine and Katie’s graduation successes, as well as a report of the gospel choir donation, which, if I bump into them, I’ll show Dom and the head of music. It gave me great pride in reading of everyone’s successes.

There was,, however, one thing which I’m not entirely sure about. Far be it for me to begrudge a fellow cripples success – I am, after all, just a pseudo-intellectual whizzing around campus talking bollox about Lacan – but I’m not too keen on Toby’s business. He goes into schools talking about disability. From what I can gather, he gives talks and demonstrations to school children on disability and social acceptance. Now, I’m all for such things, especially about raising awareness of disability among kids. I just think A) there are better ways to achieve such things and B) that Toby’s approach may be counter productive. To me, to go into schools and say ‘look at me, I have cp’ smacks of tokenism (as dr. West-Burnham recently pointed out). It reminds me of a zoo: ‘look, I have an iguana and a cripple to show you today, kids’. It is far better to actually teach disabled kids alongside able-bodied kids: this way, the lesions will be much longer-lasting. Moreover, Toby’s approach will in fact re-enforce ideas of difference: by setting himself up as a ‘special event’, he is in Marxist language fettishising himself. I admit I had similar ideas once, but there was always this worry that I might turn myself into a three ring circus. To the kids he talks to, disability will be seen as a rarity, something uncommon to be explored. In short, freakish. I really don’t like this sort of tokenism, and fear it may be doing more harm than good.

Thursdays are always long. I have a 4 to 7 film lecture in Crewe, which really knackers me. I’m shattered and intend to hit the hay right after posting this. anyway, earlier today, during breakfast, I was watching bbc news. They had a piece about this years turner prize candidates, one of which was simply a piece of wood stretched across the corridor. Now, writers contexts 3 last year gave me a better appreciation of fine art, but this piece just struck me as stupid. Obviously, it would be impossible to get a wheelchair over it (I presume your meant to step over it) and hence in terms of meaning it was virtually a sign saying ‘no cripples’. Did anyone else notice it, or am I misreading it? I’ll ask professor fisher next time I see him.

I was at a bit of a loose end last night. I never want to work much in the evenings, when typing is at it’s hardest, and jen and ash, who I usually pop in on, were busy learning lines. So, reluctant to spend the night in my room, alone, and noticing there was a performance on in the arts centre, I took myself over to the axis theatre. A theatre company were performing a series of monologues there; they were quite good, and it was actually extremely thought provoking. The theme concerned the split between country and the city, segregation, race – I couldn’t quite work out their politics, although, in retrospect, this is a good thing as it allowed you to make your own mind up.

Lynn and faythe were there, and afterwards we went to brandies for aa nightcap. After a while, the cast came in, and eventually we got chatting. I must say I was very impressed to find out that one of the cast had met both Gandalf and Picard, I mean sir Ian McKellen and Patrick Stewart, but I didn’t find out much more about the politics of the show. Whose side was it on, if any?

This is why I love uni – being able to cruise over to the theatre to take in a show after a day of study. Yes, academia suits me very well indeed.

Today has been okay. Started by reading, then wrote 1001 words on why the cinephiliac moment is not punctum. Then, this afternoon I was looking for something to put on my blog. After a while looking through silly videos made by phyios, I came across this: CRIPPLEPORN! Mwahahaha

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Although it was my friend gilles (pronounced jeel) birthday this weekend, I’m pleased to announce a historic win over the French – in conkers! Not only did we beat them in rugby, but we also tthwacked them at conkers. Mwahahaha! Now who’s mother is the hamster?

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these guys give me certain ideas, of which my father would not approve. mind you, gettiing onto a bus yesterday I did a wheelie; scared me shitless frankly. if you ask me, buss ramps only pay lip-service to accessability – I mean, have you tried manouvering a chair onto a bus. Thats what I call extreme chairing.

Dear Mr. CaMoron

You will probably now be feeling quite pleased with yourself after Wednesday’s performance in the commons. By most reports,, you gave Mr. brown a seriously bloody nose. However, believe me, sir: you should not be feeling so smug. It is blatantly obvious to me and, one hopes, most of the British public that you are nothing more than a sham. It is clear that you are emulating the style of Tony Blair ten years ago in the hope of emulating his success, but it is also clear that this is a mere illusion. One which will disappear the day you are elected – either you will drop the platitudes to the middle ground, or your backbench will revolt. I therefore find that you made very similar accusations at Mr. brown laughably hypocritical, to the point that you insult my intelligence.

I, sir, am a masters student with a first class bachelors degree from Manchester Metropolitan University. I also have Athetoid cerebral palsy. I see myself as a product of inclusion, for it was only until I left my woefully inadequate special school that I truly started to learn. I saw first hand how such schools fail children: they do not encourage their charges, but rather leave them to rot intellectually. My intellectual stimulation came from my parents, and hence, to my knowledge, I am the only person in my school year to get to university, to my knowledge. Therefore I cannot let you inaugurate a return to segregated education. Indeed, were you to do so I would see it as a breach of human rights and subsequently a violation of the Geneva convention. Moreover, such a move would violate numerous united nations resolutions, and I would therefore have no choice but to write to the sectary general and ask he impose sanctions on the u.k as they did to south Africa during the era of aphartied. For the one is tantamount to the other: both are born of the will to separate; and there is no intellectual reason for either. Further, I see that the act of teaching kids with special needs in separate institutions as intimately linked to housing them separately – as placing them into care homes. My fear is that one will lead to the other, for both are governed by the same ‘logic’. Were this to happen, I fear that not many disabled kids will follow me into higher education.

In short, sir, I will not let you, through your ultimately nave, short sighted and closed minded policies (despite their thin veneer of reasonable presentation) set disability rights and this country on the whole back a decade. I hope this country realises what to me is obvious: that you are a fraud, a sham, and that your performances at being respectable are nauseatingly hollow.

Yours

Matt Goodsell.

All in all it hasn’t been a bad day. I started reading after breakfast, at 9, and when I looked up it was lunchtime. I was fascinated by what I was reading – the writer, whose name I forget and can’t be arsed to get the article out of my bag, mentioned something called the ‘cinephilic moment’: a moment in a film when one is awe struck. Importantly, he wrote that this can occur without the directors intent. It can be an accident – the wind in trees etc. well hello! Can we say ‘roland Barthes’? this is exactly what I’ve been mulling over since last week – great moments in film which catch you, ‘prick’ you. I’m not sure it can be called punctum in the strictest sense, but… well, lets just say I’m fascinated.

In other news, today saw the return of gospel choir. I rolled over to watch. A, because I like the music, and b to make sure Dom did it right. He did. By the end, despite only having to bass voices, they were sounding pretty good. Seems I had nothing to worry about.

I’ve been looking at photographs quite a bit recently. Barthes was right, I think – they do have a strange, magical quality to them inasmuch as they capture a fraction of a second for eternity. They make time stop. They ratify the past in a way that no other art form can, proving unambiguously that the past did indeed happen. They are causes of both joy and sorrow as they remind us simultaneously that, while the past may never come again, their existence links us to history and in a way provides hope for the future.

Today I went and got a frame and made a collage of my photos, mostly using ones from graduation, Newquay and the summer ball. I’m pretty pleased with the result. The stillness of these images gives them an eternal quality. They’re moments in time captured forever, an effect underlined, at least for me, by their framing. Barthes was indeed right, therefore, when he wrote that punctum can only be found in the still photo. These images prick me, both with pain, for I miss my friends, but also with happiness as the collage will serve to tie me to the past. As with the photo at home in the conservatory, and the ones Charlie gave me for my birthday, they commemorate the last three years. They remind me of my friends; they also tell me that I can do anything.

This is inane. You may recall that joss suggested I stood for disabilities officer.. I went to see kev in the union who gave me the address of the general sectary of the union. Today she replied,, apologising for the day, but telling me that the post could only be filled by a student who studied up in Manchester, rather than at the Cheshire faculty. Wtf? What a stupid rule. I printed the email and showed it to joss and kev, who both agreed it was stupid. How inane.

This is cool: the proper, final-cut version of the 1voice music video is up. It kicks ass. I love it. Its quite hip actually, ‘meaning much more than most other music videos. Its also food for thought in terms of my cinephilia project – it is, after all, a film. To a certain extent, I’d argue that it has punctum, although Barthes suggested that only the still image can ‘prick’. Perhaps I better modify Barthes slightly…anyway I digress. Big shout out to everyone involved. The guys at 1voice especially. I ought also to mention the mmu gospel choir and their kind donation again. They rule too. Anyway, go watch; if you’ve already seen it, watch it again!

I’m unsure weather it’s a good idea or not. Ii had a meeting yesterday with joss west burnham. Earlier in the week I’d sent her a note (Colin, at that time, still being broken) about the whole inclusion issue. As I see it, its all about encouraging kids, telling them that, no matter what their disability may be, they have as muck potential as anyone else. Very conveniently, dad returned my good-as-new lightwriter yesterday (yay!) so I was able to discuss this with joss, who is head of ‘widening participation’, an organisation here on campus designed to encourage kids to come to uni. Joss saw my point, and seemed very enthusiastic, but then she made quite a cool suggestion: rather than going to talk to kids with SEN, which, we agreed, would smack of tokenism, perhaps I should go to talk to teachers. Teachers who aren’t optimistic about a kids prospects will fail to encourage their students. One way of solving this problem is to go to its source, or one of them. We need to make sure that teachers know a disabled kid has as much potential as any other. It also occurs to me that I would have quite a bit in common with a person who has just begun teacher training, inasmuch as we’re kind of at the same academic level, just finished our degrees etc. would that make me more suited to the task?

I don’t know what, if anything, will come of this, but it certainly is an interesting idea.

Charlie came back yesterday evening, just for the night. She needed to see Dom about gospel choir – Dom’s now taken over as leader of the gospel choir. To be quite honest I don’t envy him: charlotte moulded the quire into one hell off an organisation during her tenure as leader, and he has a lot to live up to. For my part, I plan to still drop by on rehearsals, just to make sure the dwarf’s not ruining it.

It was great to see her though. We spent the evening together, eating in the plough, then changing before going to jen’s for pre-brandies drinks. It was great to catch up: I’m pleased to report charlotte’s loving teacher training, and it’s very apparent that she’ll one day make an excellent music teacher. She’s finding the work-load on the heavy side, as I am with my MA, but that’s to be expected. Its nothing either of us cant manage.

We also hatched a few plans: we want to get as many of the guys together as possible and go somewhere in Europe next summer. I said Paris and c agreed. That would be great, although I better warn mark and Kat beforehand.

Well, what else can I say? It was a great evening, talking, dancing, having fun. We both went to bed early – c had an early start. Can you believe as I type she’ll be teaching kids? Ha! Neither of us, I should say, got drunk – just tipsy. We were both in bed by 11.30, Charlie staying on jen’s floor (my floor is now wooden lino and looks wholly unappetising to sleep on). I’m not sure when I’ll see her next, but, if I’m invited, she wants to go to the 1voice winter event – a great idea if you ask me. Maybe I could take both her and Steve – now there’s an idea!

Well, its time I too started work. As I say, it was great to see her, but the real world, work, and definitions cannot be postponed indefinitely. Plus, now I have Paris to organise. Yay!

behold the dissembling and worming of a prty hungry for power. since whan have the conservatives ever been the party of the future? they still wish it wass 1860! to hear them describe labour as having ‘old politics’ is the worst case of pots and kettles I’ve seen in years. for all his posturing and appealing, Camoron is still a little power-crazed worm intent on maintaining the status quo

I still love this place, even after four years. I was just over in emberton south with maria and burien. Burien was helping maria make a model bird for a performance a phoenix. Maria is supposed to bond with the bird; become the bird. Given that’s its papier machet, I’m not sure how that will work, but hey, its ctp.

A short while earlier, I was talking to burien about his plans to make a perpetual motion machine. I showed him the wikkipedia article on thermodynamics, but he still says he’ll give it a go. Should be interesting. Time to go back to check how the birds coming along.

How come whenever CaMoron comes on TV, I start hurling obscenities at the screen? For all his attempts to appear nice and friendly and reasonable, its blatantly obvious that its all a show to anyone with a knowledge of history. Conservatism isn’t ‘nice’. It isn’t forward thinking. Conservatism is about maintaining the status quo and class division. Since when has it concerned itself with things like the environment, save when it’s likely to win votes. And then. Yesterday on TV, CaMoron has the gall to say brown is all show and no substance. Talk about hypocrisy! This coming from practically the most showy, shallowest candidate in history! Bah!

Anyway, stuff to do – photocopying, eating, reading and zooming. Before I go, I’ll say hi to mark and Kat in their new digs in Paris; Luke wherever the hell he is (Manchester?) and all my friends.

its been a bit of a busy day, so I’ll just link to this frankly very disturbing article from tom Shakespeare about violence against cripples. I’m off to organise paying my p.a before she gets violent! [kidding]

I went to brandies again last night, for the dickshow. It was superhero night, so there was spandex galore – I especially like the catwoman outfits a few of the girls were wearing. I had on a red cape, blue unitard and the letters ‘S C’ pinned to my chest, for Supercripple. Well, it amused me at least.

Yet halfway or so through the evening, it occurred to me that I wasn’t supposed to be there. I’m now a postgrad, supposed to be respectable. My life as a tearaway undergrad is over – maybe I should stop going. I put this to jen, who swiftly told me to stop being stupid. I had every right to be there, she said, more than most. I smiled: I was, after all, enjoying myself. Then I thought of the past, about school. About the lads who never got to go to uni, let alone graduate, or go to discos. I had, therefore, a duty to enjoy myself, in whatever way I see fit.

With that I sipped my beer.

While I am usually cautious about singling out any one person to stand for an entire group – people aren’t metonyms – I think this is quite a good short film about how one little girl has been included in the American school system. As far as I can see, that’s one thing Americans do better than us. I think this film is exemplary; I’d like to draw attention especially to the section where the teacher outlines how, without prompting, all the other kids help the girl. I hope all the anti-inclusion, nay saying idiots watch this.

It’s rather ironic that a day after my lightwriter breaks vocas feature on radio 4. I’m listening to it as I type, and have already heard nadia speak in the intro. As for me, I’ll continue to use my shoebox-mounted letter chart till I get my lw back. My friends have already named it barry, colins little bro. Anyway, go listen to mondays you and yours here

Evenings on campus can be quite beautiful, especially in the autumn when the leaves start to turn golden in the sunset. The view, as I drove defiant home this evening, was stunning. Just a fraction of a second, when the light of the setting sun hit the puddles, I was in awe. All weekend I had this nagging feeling at the back of my mind: do I still belong here? All my friends have gone from my year – should I have returned? Am I up to the task at hand? And then the light hit the water, and I could hear my friends talking as they turned or their homes, and the answer came: yes. I can do this! already I’m more comfortable with my subject. I can grasp it. In that moment, all fear left me, and I felt once more at home.

Colin broke again yesterday. It won’t respond to anything I do. Dad and mum had to come get him earlier in order to send him to be repaired, and from the way it looked I doubt I’ll get him back soon. This, as you can imagine, is a pain in the ass. It makes communication with anyone – especially those who don’t know me – ten times more difficult. I suppose it could be worse – this year I only have weekly meetings with Alan, rather than lessons per say, so academically it won’t hold me back too much. It’s just when I’m with friends, or in the library. But to every problem there is a solution: jen has already made me a ‘letter chart’, and when going to the library I can print off the book reference I need before setting off. Ho hum.

And I cant be too glum when Palin’s on tonight!

Last night I was in ashleys room. She’s American, but we don’t hold that against her (much). We were waiting for jen and co to return from the beauticians, and were planning to just drink and talk, which is pretty cool. Anyway, probably inspired by watching olly throw a ball about her room, Ashley showed us this. I thunk it’s one of the most astute orations ever. It may be just about monkeys, but it is what we are. A hairless ape. Go listen.

I was at the centre for social inclusion today – finally got round to picking the photos from my exhibition thingy – and joss west-Burnham was there. I guess that isn’t surprising given that she is in charge of it. She greeted me: ‘I’m glad you came, Matt, we’ve had an idea. We think it would be good if you stood for disability officer at the union.’ Now, this was coming from a highly respected member of the academic staff. She told me to think about it, offering to help me with my election bid.

Now, I’ve got to ask certain questions of certain people, but, as it stands, I think I’ll say yes.

Need a hobby anyway.

I now feel much better! Daunted, but better. My meeting with Alan went well, and we sorted out precisely what I’m going to look at. We had a long talk, he gave me various instructions and tips, and set me to work. I have quite a bit of reading to do, but that’s cool. Not much else to do during the day. Tonight, however, is disco night; I’ve missed it tremendously. Of course, it will not be quite the same without my mates – I’ll miss going round to charlottes before the disco especially – but now I have jen, olly and the gang to leech off, err, I mean hang out with. Jen’s coming her at 7 to help me get ready. Should be cool. Then, after breakfast tomorrow, reading proper commences.

Life is good!

This is natural – or should be – and kind of hardly worth noting, but there are two more cripples on campus this year. Both wheelchair users. I was going about campus today, turning the corner of the Wes, and I saw a girl in an electric wheelchair, being followed by a person who I presume to be her PA. they both went over to look at the map by the bushes, looking rather lost. I decided to go over, being a responsible master’s student, and offer my help.

They asked for the contemporary arts block was. I pointed to it, and asked hem to follow me. They did, and I lead them to the door (my chair is faster than hers!) The new girl thanked me, and we parted. Not a good story, I know, and hardly worth noting, but it was cool to me. Finally more wheelies! Hopefully this is a sign of things to come, although, it should be said that if CaMoron gets elected and instigates his anti-inclusion policy, I fear this trend has a real chance of being reversed.

So, here I am, back at uni. I’m back to do my masters. This should hopefully be a lot of fun, and I’m looking forward to getting down to it. For the time being, though, I’m just sorting stuff out with Esther, doing paperwork, etc. research proper should begin on Wednesday after my first meeting with Alan. Then it’s onto the scopic drive and post-Metzian filmic grammatics (or whatever it now is).

For the most part, I’m happy. the one thing which is currently tugging on my heart is that nearly all of my friends from my year are not here. I’m already missing them, and have been all summer, but it’s just the nature of things. They’re all off doing their own thing, naturally, as I am. And it’s not as if I won’t see them again. It’s just that…well, you know.

On the upside, it’s kind of like I’ve just said ‘bank’ on the Weakest link. Scary as it may be – and it is rather scary – this year I’m adding to what is my finest ever achievement. It makes me smile to know I have that safety net, as well as giving me a huge boost of confidence. I’m probably waffling now.

Anyway, normal service will now resume. I’ll now be able to write daily blog entries again. If you like piffle, stay tuned. Should be quite an interesting year..