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Dad, I think it I just got hit by an emotion blast!

I was watching a TV programme earlier and it was one of those hospital things. On there was a guy in his 80's, he has dementia and as soon as he started to get agitated suddenly all the emotions hit me of how Dad used to be exactly like that. How heartbreaking it was to watch Dad go from a healthy man enjoying life into someone I barely knew. In this picture here it was not long before he and I had a conversation about whether or not he should have surgery. It was a major operation which would potentially improve his life loads and so I chose to ignore any alleged risks and advise him to have it done and enjoy the rest of his life. I don't know whether it was the worst bit of advice I had ever given but it has to be close.  The conversation we had about it was one of those rare ones where Dad was talking to me like he valued my opinion. Usually with Dad I was left feeling like I'd been a huge disappointment to him and had nothing to say he could value so ...

Scooting About

It's been lovely today using my scooter for the first time. I felt so free and a lot less shattered. I enjoyed all the fresh air, albeit cold and the interaction with people as I went around the streets like I used to have when walking. Obviously I am still physically capable of walking just not that far before I feel exhausted. Going around Sainsburys usually horrible for me as I starting being in a lot pain, nauseous and shattered very quickly. Today I went around (at a slow pace to avoid injury to anyone) and it was very pleasant indeed. I got some strange looks when I got up to get something but, that's the point. NOT the strange looks, that isn't the point but the feeling far more able to do a shop. I did almost die on the way home when some very silly lady didn't think a scooter had the right to use a zebra crossing. She ended up driving on the other side of the road calling me all the names under the sun and blaming me for being a blind dick and for b

Phillip Schofield Opens up About Being Gay | This Morning

It's a little weird this because it was the self same programme I did my major national coming out on 20 years ago! Sadly, they turned comments off for this coming out story. I think it may have helped to know what happened way back when. I have all but stopped with the whole Gay Dad Support Network I have been running since the 1990's. As it happens, I just discovered Virgin Media have blocked it because they believe there might be something not right about it. I have written them a very stern message saying they best have a very legitimate cause for doing so. Any other Service Provider should still get you there at  http://gaydadsupport.net/ I hope that life for Phillip goes on much as it has and that at no time do any of them feel their lives so far have been wasted or a lie. It is simply not true that gay men get married knowingly using women. Most often we get married because we fell in love like anyone else when we were personally at a point in our lives where our

Madam Secretary

I do watch a lot of TV and mostly it's passing some time. Every now and then a series comes along which captivates me. One that resonates with my thinking. Makes me ask how we could do better in life rather than accepting second (or worse) best of our lives and politics. Let's face it, few would argue that the elite of society, those born with wealth and privilege truly understand the life of those 'beneath' them. Whilst it may be true that money doesn't buy us happiness, it is also true that it does make being miserable a whole lot easier to deal with! Therefore, how can people like the UK Prime Minister of the US President have any understanding at all of the everyday lives of the citizens of those countries? With this program they dare to ask, what if someone in power made the leap and got to know the people, served the people and not just themselves and their friends? Wouldn't the world be so much better? Anyway, I sat through all six season