Politics and Machine Guns

I was wheeling about Uxbridge today thinking about blogging, and the fact that I might get to the end of the day without anything interesting to write. Not likely. I wheeled past a charity collector (they stand around waiting to ambush passers-by like tax collectors must've done in Jesus' day - oh, the irony) who shouted to me, "Oi you, don't run anyone over will you?"

I wasn't quite sure what to say to that, so I didn't. But if I could count the amount of times people have said to me-and-my-wheelchair, "Wow, Speedy Gonzalez, don't run anyone over," I could have filled fourty War and Peace-sized books by now. Another interesting one my mates used to say is (holding one of my crutches horizontally in the air), "You could use these as guns", following that by making machine gun noises with their mouths.

The charity collector I'm sure, as did my old mates, thought that he was being highly original. 'That's life, and I can't deny it.'

Now, off to an Italian restaurant for Valentine's dinner with my lovely wife, who is so lovingly unsympathetic to my disability, that I even have to remind myself of it sometimes.