While I’m not entirely convinced that Shirley bassey would be the best choice to do the theme for Spectre – although she has done some of the best Bond Themes – I think I need to flag this video up, simply because of it’s sublime and highly amusing editing. Some of the cutting is awesome! It’s also evidence of just how good socalled amateurs are getting at creating videos. Enjoy!

The Daily Mail is at it again. Today it has published a blatantly biassed, utterly baseless rant against Jeremy Corbyn. How this insult to journalism can publish such crap staggers me, almost as much as how people can be dim enough to read it. It is a ‘what if Corbyn was elected’ piece, predicting all kinds of ‘horrors’, as if a fairer, more equal society is something to be avoided. I suppose if you care only about yourself and thin poor people deserve their fate – that is, you possess the arrogant, infantile mentality of the average Mail reader – it is. But I for one am getting fed up of them publishing such bollocks. True, under the principal of freedom of speech, they are free to print what they like; but under the same principal I am free to zoom down to Charlton village, declare myself a dragon and demand everyone pay homage to me. What the Mail publishes is hate-filled baseless crap intended to promote a selfish, right-wing worldview. It’s attack on Corbyn today proves what a rag it is, and it has no right to spread it’s lies. It is nothing but pollution in the stream of journalistic discourse.

I Am currently on a bus back from my bank. There’s an odd, ancient feel to this place, as if one can still detect what was here before it became part of a vast metropolis: the villages and hamlets. At the same time there Is a modern, vibrant, multicultural feeling to this place: woolwich, for example, is full of Islamic and African shops. This causes a juxtaposition of ancient and modern, British and foreign, which is fascinating, and adds to my love of London. To be able to detect the fields and farmsteads that must once have been here amid the modern, vibrant maelstrom gives the city an energy unlike anywhere else.

This might be slightly contentious, but it seems to me that there is a certain type of person within the disability community who, despite their claims otherwise, is only really interested in their own rights and needs. Often, these people are young and spoiled; they are used to getting their own way and being the centre of attention. Probably because they got so much lavished upon them as children, they demand more support than they actually need – twenty-four hour care in many cases – while others, realising resources may be limited and that others need support too, make do with what they really need. Such people see themselves as leaders of our community, and seem to think they deserve media attention as ”oh so inspirational disabled people”. They perceive persecution in every nook and cranny, calling themselves activists and going to every protest, while not realising that, being mainstream educated, they are among the least persecuted among us.

Academically, they don’t push themselves as hard as they might, and yet cry ‘disability’ when they don’t get the grades they think the are due. I know I shouldn’t be so bitchy, and perhaps I should leave such people to their own devices; but I just worry about how spoiled some of ‘us’ can seem, and about how they can prioritise their own needs over those of others.

ADDENDUM – A (partial) retraction of this entry can be read here

I’m still struggling with my current script. I started it about two months ago, and it’s still only twelve pages. I think I have a bit of writers block: I know the story I want to tell, but not how to tell it, which sort of makes me doubt my abilities as a creative writer. But I suppose I just need to keep chipping away at it; keep at it, and it’ll come. After all, I had similar bouts of despair with my MA thesis. My dad once told me that the only deadline I had for my masters is the one I set myself, and I suppose the same applies now. After all, it’s the first full-length narrative I’ve tried to write. I need, then, to stop fretting and keep going.

I reckon London’s next big project should be here in the city’s south-east. I was thinking about this in bed last night. All the other quarters have very cool things: the north-west has wembley, the bbc and so on; the south-west has Kew; the north-east now has the awesomeness of the Olympic park. What do we have? Of course, you could say the south-east has the dome, but, being slap-band on the jubilee line, that’s part of central london really. It’s time ‘we’ had a bit of attention lavished upon us, like Stratford had for 2012. What this might be is another question, but I’d opt for a cricket ground or film studio. Mind you, a concert hall/music venue where Lyn could play could be cool. Either way, I just think south-east London is due something big, bold and exciting,

Watching Monty Python Live last year ranks alongside meeting Sir Patrick Stewart, watching Lyn perform at the paralympic closing ceremony and graduating my masters as one of the greatest events of my life. In my entry about that awesome event, I said that I thought I was watching Python’s last ever performance, and that I didn’t think they would ever perform together again. It now seems I may have been wrong: yesterday on the monty python facebook page a picture appeared showing the five remaining team members together; the caption below said they were making plans. I was instantly intrigued. I can only speculate about what that could mean: could they be making a new film together? Very possible. A documentary about Python? No – the wording of the caption did not suggest that.

I can’t help but think that they might be planning another live show. Perhaps last year was such a success they have been persuaded to do it again. If that is so, then where? I think it’s unlikely to be at the o2 again – cool though it would be for me, I think they would want to go somewhere else. Maybe someone in the States saw the shows last year, thought ”we’ll have some of that” and made the team an offer they couldn’t refuse. I find that rather likely. Either way this is pure speculation started by a single picture on facebook – I could well be completely wrong. Nevertheless, this is a story I’ll be watching with great interest; going by what happened last time, it might well turn out to be something truly awesome. Monty Python, it would seem, is not dead yet.

It would seem that my ponderings have turned up something genuinely interesting for once. Today, in the shower, I was once again thinking about Happy and Glorious and about how it is quite unambiguous evidence that James Bond has a major position in uk culture. That made me wonder whether any other fictional character in any other country has a similar position. If the meeting of bond and the queen in 2012 brought together two of the biggest symbols of Britain, might other such combinations be possible? Once dry and dressed, I tweeted: ”Does any other character in any other country have the same cultural position as 007 has in the UK?” And the response turned up something far more interesting than Bond.

My friend John replied. He’s apparently currently in Palestine, and there they have a cartoon character called Handala. Handala is ten, and. as explained here, is a kind of symbol for the Palestinian refugees, embodying their plight: ”From approximately 1975 through 1987 Naji Al-Ali created cartoons that depict the complexities of the plight of Palestinian refugees. These cartoons are still relevant today and Handala, the refugee child who is present in every cartoon, remains a potent symbol of the struggle of the Palestinian people for justice and self-determination.” For a student of culture, this certainly warrants further research. It might not have been quite what I was thinking of in the shower, but this figure is the fictional symbol of one of the most persecute communities on earth, offering an enlightening perspective on a complex, troubling situation – I find that fascinating. Looking into this seems promising; time to do some Googling.

My inner trekkie really wants to go to this. I found it by chance earlier: the London Philharmonic will be doing a star trek concert in November, playing the themes from the star trek films. I know I can listen to the themes whenever I like, and Lyn didn’t seem that fussed when I mentioned it to her, but it would be awesome to hear the music from my favourite tv show played live. Although I don’t think they’re going to play the theme from First Contact, my all-time favourite trek film, and cannot top meeting Sir Patrick Stewart las year, I’m seriously considering getting tickets.

Today, bbc news just informed me, marks a hundred days since the tories came to power. A hundred days since a group of self-serving aristocrats proclaimed themselves our leaders; a hundred days since they began to impose their unjust ideological cuts. A hundred days since CaMoron claimed what he would no doubt view as his birthright. We are a hundred days into five years of suffering – suffering the tories chose to impose on us. They are the type of people who would rather put the poorest people in society through hell than raise tax on those who can afford to give a little more. With their selfish worldview, they are unfit to rule, yet they do and indeed see it as their birthright. Thus today marks a grim milestone: so many have died due to the cuts already; I wonder how many more will die before we can finally eject these insults to humanity from office.

There’s one thing that worries me about Jeremy Corbyn. As much as I like his old-left, communitarian politics, my fear is that such views have become too unfashionable. Like him I believe in the state, in society, in the community; yet in the eighties that bitch thatcher moved us all to a more individualistic paradigm. The damage she did may well be irreversible; we now all care only for ourselves, see ourselves as separate entities and resent contributing to the greater good. If that is true, then the p’tahk Blair is right and the electorate will ignore corbyn and we’ll have another tory government in 2020. Thus while my heart wants corbyn as labour leader, my head worries that people have become too self-centred to see the wisdom of his views. His politics may hark back to the 1960s, but that’s a damn sight better than the 1880’s politics of the Tories.

When I was young I used to like watching Dad’s Army. I remember it was on on Saturday afternoons at about teatime, and I vividly remember watching it as the smell of dinner wafted from the kitchen. I must have only been about five or six, but it seemed old to me even then. There was always an air of a bygone era about it, not just in terms of it’s subject, but also it’s comedy and style: it was part of our cultural history and belonged to the past. It was to my utter astonishment this morning, then, that I came across this. I realise that the cinema is full of reboots right now, but never in my wildest dreams would I have thought someone would go back to dad’s Army. Nevertheless, my childhood Saturday evening distraction will soon be reborn on the big screen, with Bill Nighy and Catherine Zeta-Jones, and directed by Oliver Parker, who did one of the johnny English films. Of course, whether it will be any good remains to be seen. My gut instinct says it’ll be a flop: it won’t feel right without the original cast in their original roles. That would be like someone other than William Shatner playing James Kirk – Ridiculous!…Oh, wait…And there we have it: yet another part of one’s childhood rebooted as empty, meaningless dross.

I just found this cool short film by my old colleague from Onevoice, Nadia, concerning her visit to Sydney Opera House. They have an awesome-looking new lift system there which Nadia tries out. Nadia is a real go-getter of the VOCA-using community, has won strings of awards and is a great ambassador for ‘us’. It’s good to see her doing so well.

Lyn and I watched ‘Epilepsy and me’ last night, and i must say I found it very rewarding. Since establishing what my absences actually are two or three years ago, I have been keeping an eye out for information on the subject, so I found this program quite an eye-opener. I never knew, for example, that there are so many types of epilepsy. I suppose that makes sense. This program helped to reassure me that I am not alone, which, as I wrote here, helps a lot. Most of all, I came away from this program reassured, and relieved that my absences are comparatively mild: they only last three or four seconds, and just get me down a bit, whereas what the kids in the program were going through was far worse. At the same time, I recognised elements of my absences in how they described their seizures, giving me an idea of how complex this issue is. Thus I’m very glad to have watched this program: I can now place myself on a spectrum, albeit towards the mild end, and know that I’m far from alone in having my absence.

The more I hear about Jeremy Corbyn, the more I like him. Of course, I’m not a member of Labour so I don’t have a vote in their leadership election, but I hope corbyn wins. Some say He’s too much of a lefte, and that his old-style psuedosocialist politics no longer have a place in tis increasingly neoliberal world. But I’d say that’s precisely what we need: we need an end of thatcherism, an end of greedy, small-state, low-tax individualism – that only leads to a rich few getting richer while the majority suffer. I’m glad to see there are a fe people left who stand up to such greed and call it what it is; people who counter the austerity bullshit the tories spew. Corbyn is right: austerity is a lie spouted by the tories so that they can justify their greedy, selfish politics. I just hope he wins so that things can start to be put right.

I came across this cartoon a couple of days ago and thought it definitely worthy of nicking

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Sat here listening to the cricket on the radio, I just had a quick flick through my weblog archive. Incredibly, today marks almost exactly ten years since I wrote this entry, about dad jumping around the living room like a kid upon hearing the news of England winning the ashes. I wonder weather dad will jump again today – I certainly will, as soon as we get one last wicket. So much has changed in the ten years since I wrote that entry – meeting Lyn, moving to london, getting my Masters etc – but it’s good to note some things have remained constant: cricket, the ashes, and good old Henry Bloefeld.

I’m in two minds about The Unbreakables, Life and Love on a Disability Campus, which aired on bbc3 last night. Of course, any tv program about disability should be welcomed, yet, as with much of the beeb’s current disability season, I can’t help but frown. The protagonists were presented so patronisingly it felt a bit like a freak show. Then again I suppose that would be difficult to avoid given the subject: how can one appear sympathetic to people with learning disabilities without slipping into patronisation? It is a hard balance to strike, snd I fear the programme makers failed in places. This is certainly a program and a season to keep n eye on, then, if just to make sure the beeb get it right.

I just came across this rancid piece of pro-segregation writing at the beeb, and I must say I’m appalled. While my experiences at charlton park school have taught me not to be as dogmatically pro-inclusion as I once was, the way this article sings the praises of segregation is vomit-worthy. It harps on about how students with disabilities feel so much more secure at their special college, spouting cliched crap like ”When I moved to the specialist college the opportunities I was given were so much better. Everybody was expert in dealing with young adults with disabilities so I instantly felt more accepted and included. My differences were no longer different.” I mean, Please! It’s as if the bbc wants to butter the tories up by towing their anti-inclusion line. The sad part is, I daresay both students involved could have flourished in mainstream. I think it’s time to do some complaining.

I may have been being slightly naive and uncritical in my entry on Boston and the olympics last week. For me, being part of London 2012 was a hugely positive experience, and I am still very proud to have been part of it. But there’s much more to this than pride: while I still think hosting the world’s biggest sporting and cultural event is a huge boon for a city, there are those who take a different view. This article, for instance, lays out just how corrupt and complex the bidding competition is; in a way, it explains, the IOC can be seen as acting like a huge mafia organisation, making vast demands on a city. I see his point: why spend so much money placating this huge undemocratic organisation by putting on the world’s most extravagant party, when it can be used on, say, education or housing? I must agree, and, reading this article, it is clear that some serious investigation must be done on the IOC – it’s almost as bad as FIFA. While I still think what happened in London in 2012 was great, now that I’ve started to look into this process, its starting to look very murky indeed. The awesomeness of James Bond escorting the queen to the olympic opening ceremony or Lyn playing at the Paralympic closing ceremony is one thing; the stupidity of having to build billion-pound facilities which will be used for three weeks and then be left to crumble is quite another. At the same time, this article could have a touch of post-event rationalisation to it; it could be a case of a Bostonian saying ”we didn’t really want the olympics anyway, so ner!” The way in which it presents Boston’s simple withdrawal from the process as some sort of mighty victory over the IOC certainly smacks of that, anyway. Nevertheless, it’s clear to me that I shouldn’t be so naive and uncritical when it comes to the IOC.

Facebook reminded me this morning that today marks seven years since I befriended Lyn on it. It’s not seven years since we got in touch or started to communicate, just seven years since that all-important friendship request was sent. It’s so long ago now that have forgotten which one of us sent it; but that meeting in the electronic ether was, I suppose, a vital step to the life I lead today. Lyn got the same message earlier of course, and we were both laughing that it”s amazing how she has put up with me for so long. Joking aside, her patience with me is incredible. It often has to be, and I really hope it endures so that Facebook can send us many more reminders like that.

For the most part, I think it’s fair to say my university experience was overwhelmingly positive. Uni made me who I am, I excelled academically and I made countless life-long friends (on that note, congratulations to Jenny and Steve for tying the knot this weekend). In large part that was because I had all the support I needed: my wonderful LSA helped me take my notes and type my work; the staff were very accommodating. I cannot possibly complain, which is why I’m rather puzzled about this Disability News Service story about a student who seems to have had precisely the opposite experience: Lesley Bayly-Bureau was booted out from her psychology degree at City University, London having received very little support and nothing in terms of reasonable adjustments. They seem to have refused pointblank to accommodate her needs in any way. Frankly reading this article, something doesn’t seem quite right, as if we aren’t being given the full picture. There’s no way that a uni would act as reported in this article; if they have, the law should pounce on them with full force. I hope this is just a case of a terrible muck-up and not a symptom of the way things are going in general.

I admit I was making a mountain out of a molehill yesterday as getting to the party in Peckham turned out easy. While I had to take two busses, equipped with a list of instructions on my lap it was straightforward enough, and I got to the party early. While I say party, it was more of an afternoon gathering of Poppy’s mates; most people, including Charlotte and Poppy, had a gig to go to after. Seeing the jones sisters was great, and Charlie was still raving about watching the Cat Empire with me in the Albert Hall. The afternoon seemed to fly by, and at about five people started to thin out. Rather than get the bus back I opted for a taxi as I had had a drink, and I got back in time for dinner. C, on the other hand, is probably still at her gig.

I have a party to go to today: It’s charlie’s sister’s birthday, and Charlotte invited Lyn and myself to the celebration. Lyn is busy, so I’ll be going on my own. The thing is, it’s in a part of the city I’ve never been to before, so I’m a bit nervous about getting there. All I know about Peckham is it was where the Trotters lived. The TFL website says the journey isn’t very complicated, but I’m a bit nervous about getting lost. I suppose it’s all part of urban life; part of living in a huge metropolis where there is always somewhere new to explore. I should relish it. I’ll let you all know how the party goes tomorrow – assuming I get there, that is.

My anger at the Tory government suddenly got even deeper. I just came across this Huffington post article revealing that George Osbourne was in talks with slimeball in chief Rupert Murdoch before he announced cuts to the BBC. If true using one’s position in government to favour on company over another is clearly corruption, and Osbourne should lose his job for it. I know the beeb isn’t perfect, but if you ask me, it’s one of the best broadcasters on earth. It’s certainly better than the commercial alternative. The tories wanted it cut because it does not fit in with their greed-based worldview; Murdoch wanted it cut because it supplied an alternative to his propaganda. It shouldn’t be surprising that the two slimeballs got together to wreck a great organisation. Like the NHS, the BBC supplies a brilliant service for all irrespective of one’s ability to pay, and that’s something greedy, selfish gits like Osbourne and Murdoch cannot abide.

Yesterday afternoon Lyn and I watched this quite interesting documentary about Multiverse Theory. I must say it appealed to me. I hadn’t heard much about it before, but to me, the idea of universes outside of our own seems to be quite logical. As the program itself admits, the theory isn’t without it’s detractors, but it is gaining traction. However, it left me with a small question I’d just like to pose on here: if there are billions more universes outside our own, would that not explain why the universe is expanding? Presumably each universe has gravity, so they would draw other universes towards each other. Would that not solve the problem of expansion currently bugging cosmologists, or am I missing something? Answers i comments please,

Mind you, if multverse theory is correct, an extra verse will have to be added to this song.

Everyone will be quite aware of what is going on down in dover and the human tragedy unfolding there. Thousands of people desparate to get to the UK are risking their lives, trying to get on to trains to come through the channel tunnel. Of course, we, as a modern, tolerant nation should be helping such people. What pisses me off is when the bbc give twits like Nigel farage airtime to speak on the subject. He was just on the Victoria Derbyshire show, and as usual had me shouting at the tv: blaming everyone else for this ‘problem’, trying to come across as reasonable while any intelligent person could detect the undercurrent of xenophobia in what he was saying. These people need our help, but our tv screens are polluted by bigots like farage, lying his head off about his car being surrounded by immigrants in calais, and trying to poke fun at ‘the human rights brigade’ – presumably people capable of thought. People like Farage are the problem, not migrants; I’m appalled that the bbc called on him to talk on this issue – such bigotry only makes thing worse.

I’m still quite interested in olympic news. It seems to me that being chosen to host the olympics is the greatest accolade a city can get, and acts as a status symbol for a city and a country. I also take an interest in travel, different places etc. as well as international relations. That’s why I’ve been following news of the olympic bidding process, and last night I was surprised to read that the USOC has pulled the plug on Boston’s bid for the 2024 olympics. Of course, when you look into it that entire bid was mired from the off: it never had public support above 50%, and there was all sorts of trouble about the use of public money. The campaign group, ‘No Boston Olympics’, is reportedly celebrating, but that strikes me as odd: yes public money can now be used on other things, but why celebrate your city remaining normal. Hosting the olympics marks a city’s entry onto the world stage – great cites, world cities, host the games. Gaining the worlds attention means you are noticed, and you join the ranks of Paris, London, Beijing and so on. World centres of art and culture: Places where films are made and set, where songs are written and where epic ceremonies are performed. If you have any sense of pride in your city, you would be eager for it to host such an event. (Of course, I only came to this view after 2012). Of course, a city can be a world city without hosting the games, New York being a good example; yet surely being chosen to host the worlds biggest sporting and cultural event marks a city as special. For Boston to withdraw, then, means it has chosen to remain normal – just a normal, unremarkable city. That’s why there’s a tone of regret in this Boston Globe article. Yes bostonians save their money, but the city Boston could have become had it hosted the games will never be, and part of me can’t help but brand them ‘losers’.

Now the USOC will likely put forward a bid for Los Angeles. LA is already a great World city; it’s residents certainly have the cajones to host the games. Mind you, all this is moot anyway as I’m pretty sure the IOC will choose Paris to host the 2024 games. After the upset of 2005, and given that 2024 will mark the centenary of the last Paris olympics, it seems to me that the IOC has little choice but to go with the french capital. I suspect the americans know this, and therefore put in a moreor-less token bid from Boston. The interesting thing is, if they now go with LA, could they be setting themselves up for another disappointment of the magnitude of the rejection of New York or Chicago? On the other hand, given that LA could indeed be an enticing prospect for the IOC, might the competition now be closer than it would have been? Could we now be on track for another upset a la 2005? Knowing the pride americans place in their cities, not to mention the pride the French place in their capital, I find the dynamics of this process quite fascinating.

I thinkI’ve mentioned on here before that Lyn is quite a big apple fan. This morning, before L got up, I came across a trailer for a new biopic of steve Jobs. Assuming she would be interested, I told er abut it when she rose; but rather than keen Lyn seemed totally uninterested. “”So?” she said ”It’s just a film.” Her reaction took me aback: to me, nothing is ever ”just a film”. Cinema is the archetypal art-form of our age; it cannot be ignored. I went into one on my arty-farty huffs and retreated to my sofa. A few minutes later, I realised lyn was right: after all, to a large extent this film is merely an attempt to make money from the late Jobs. It might have a few interesting things to say about him, but ultimately it has nothing to do with him or his computers, which is ultimately what interests Lyn. And besides, whether it’s directed by Danny Boyle or not, looking at the trailer, this film looks shit.

I saw my family yesterday – nearly all of it, on my mum’s side. It was my grandmother’s birthday, so Dom and I went up to north London for a family get together. Mum, Dad, my brothers and their wives were there, as were my aunts, uncles, and all but one of my cousins. It was a great afternoon, sat in the garden of our old family house. Yaiya seemed to really enjoy it, as did her great-grandchildren: Marianna, Christina’s daughter, is teething, and my nephew oliver is becoming quite a little explorer. It was great to watch him toddle around the very garden I remember toddling around thirty years ago. We spent most of the time chatting, eating, and catching up; and all too soon it was time to start heading back. There was cake, photos were taken, and suddenly we were saying goodbye. It was great to see everyone, especially the children, and I hope the next family gathering is not too far away. Looking over my shoulder as we headed back towards the tube station, my family disappearing into the distance, felt a bit sad, but oh well, it had been a great afternoon.

Happy birthday Yiaya!

It seems that I was right about the opening of the Spy Who Loved Me. Yesterday I came across this quite interesting fansite, Den Of Geek, and found an article ranking the best James Bond opening sequences. What was at the top? Why, my own favourite cinematic Bond moment. It just goes to show, I think, that there’s something special about that moment in film; about the image of a parachute emblazoned with the union flag. I used to think it was something personal to me, and in my Masters thesis I write about it in terms of why it could appeal to a guy with a disability, but it seems it is a moment which captivates almost everyone. After all, out of all the ways to transport the queen to the 2012 olympic opening ceremony, Danny Boyle chose to echo that parachute jump in his famous sequence. There is something in that image which thrills us all – not just it’s patriotism, but something about clutching victory from the jaws of defeat, about prevailing when all seems lost.

I think I’ll just flag this bbc 3 program up today, a fascinating insight into disability hate crime. While there’s not much I feel I can say about it, I agree with most of the conclusions it draws. Disability hate crime is a hugely neglected phenomenon: depending on how you define it, you’d be surprised how much discrimination I face every day. Most of it is low level, such as kids staring to inaccessible shops, so I just let it slide. Perhaps I should take more notice and try to do something about it. I’m glad, though, that this program a leat started to look at it and bring it to everyone’s attention.

How much longer do we have to put up with this group of tory scumbags ruling over us? Coming in from my daily stroll, I stumbled over this Mirror article laying bare the shocking arrogance of Iain Duncan-Smith and his deputy. They refuse to publish the figures on how many people have died due to DWP cuts. It has been established beyond doubt that these cuts have driven hundreds if not thousands to suicide, yet, instead of apologising, IDS accuses Labour of ‘scaremongering’. They refuse point blank to release the figures and maintain that they somehow have nothing to hide and are in the right. Knowing the suffering the tories are causing, and having to put up with their dismisive ”we know best” attitude, as if these scumbags have some innate right to impose their views on us, is getting too much for me to stomach.

Poor Lyn had something of a rude awakening this morning. As soon as I got to my computer, I started squealing like a little kid – the new Bond trailer had been released. I know I shouldn’t just advertise adverts on here, but this has me quite excited. If it is anything to go by – and, of course, one should always be cautious of judging a film by it’s trailer – this film will be a blinder. What interests me most is that it appears to pick up on a few past Bond conventions: the 007 franchise has now become so big it can now go back into it’s own history and revisit itself. In many respects it functions more like it’s own genre than an ordinary series or franchise, occupying a unique cultural niche. Thus I detect hints of Live and Let Die in this trailer, as well as intriguing echoes of the theme from On Her Majesty’s secret Service; and of course, the very name Spectre harks back to classic bond. All bodes well then, although we’ll have to wait until late October to find out whether these promising ingredients make for a good film. Going back into the franchise’s own history in this way could be a risky tactic; I hope Sam Mendes handles it as well as we know he can.

I was just out in the garden reading a bit of Go Set A Watchman, the sun feeling as hot as it is in Alabama. A thought occurred to me: with it’s publication, might now be a good time for another adaptation f To Kill a Mockingbird? With the first African Ameican president in office, it might be a good time for film to revisit that classic. It would have to be a period piece, of course- doing a version set in the contemporary wold wouldn’t work in my opinion. There’s also the question of who would play atticus: in the original 1963 adaptation, gregory Peck played him, and you’d need a damn good actor to fill those boots. I’m just speculating here, of course, but I really would like to see film revisit a classic.

I think both Lyn and I prefer to save up and go private for our equipment. I know it doesn’t do my left-wing credentials any good, but, when it comes to things like wheelchairs an communication aids, going through the state can be more trouble than it’s worth. Thus we recently bought our new manual chairs from the internet; and L got her new Ipad stand the same way. It would seem that our instincts were right about this: on the lunchtime news, we learned that wheelchair services are failing across england. It’s always been bad, of course, but now it is horrific. People wait years for a chair, and when they get one, it often isn’t suitable. Fortunately, we were told, Baroness Tanni Grey-Thompson is trying to do something about it, but I wouldn’t hold my breath. Mind you, dominik, who was watching the news with us, commented that we are lucky, and that in many other countries there is no wheelchair provision at all. True enough, I suppose.

By and large, my main writing output is my blog. Like an addiction, something compels me to write something on here every day – however short my entries are, at least I have some artistic output. However, I’m glad to report that I now have something else to work on: a script for a production company. Progress has been slow of late, but today, with a gentle kick in the pants from my parents, I got going again. The problem is, I procrastinate; but I know I must keep going lest the opportunity slips through my fingers. Thus today I trotted off four pages, and tomorrow plan to do more. I must tell myself to stop finding excuses and just get it written – which is, of course, why I’m writing this entry.

I think I’ll flag this pretty interesting podcast up. It’s a nice little discussion about language and disability, and the long history of that debate within disability studies. It is from america, so it’s interesting to hear how such debates have played out on the other side of the Atlantic.

Lyn has a new Ipad stand for her wheelchair. It came yesterday, and it’s quite cool. I think she lot it from the web, possibly Ebay. It’s a very nice piece of equipment, specifically designed to attach to a wheelchair. L got it to replace her old stand, which was originally for her Lightwriter. It is just about perfect for lyn, which made me wonder: could whoever designed this new stand have taken inspiration from seeing Lyn performing at the paralympics? Of course, on one level that’s rather farfetched; but if you look at it, and note how well it fits Lyn’s needs, I can’t help but speculate. It seems to be tailor-made for someone who uses an ipad with their nose. All it would take is for a canny designer somewhere to have been watching that ceremony and think ”aha!” I doubt we’ll ever know, but the thought amuses me.

We have a government who, in recent days:

Voted to change the rules on striking, making it much more difficult for workers to stand up for themselves.

Just launched a massive review of the BBC, the countries main source of news and a body unafraid to hold the government to account.

Scapegoats minorities such as people on benefits, branding them scroungers.

Blames external factors such as the economic crisis for pushing through massive, regressive yet ultimately ideologically-inspired cuts to the state.

Is it me, or doesn’t the government seem to be becoming more and more absolutist. This is getting serious. The tories are attacking the beeb, the nhs; soon we won’t be able to strike. They might pretend they aren’t exceeding their rights and are acting fairly, but the tories are becoming increasingly authoritarian, even fascist. It is no longer a joke: they must be stopped.