The elation at this was unfortunately short lived, as it was soon apparent that the bas*##*d that is my unrelenting pain, that I thought that I may have escaped from, was still there! I could get angry about this, or I could be thankful for the rare blessing of sleep and today I choose the latter!
What I had planned to show you yesterday was a light hearted look at how ridiculous some examples of poor access are. Some of these photographs of such, really do beggar belief that they actually got all the way to the physical act of writing the sign on the pavement, without somebody saying- 'Umm, does anyone else think that this doesn't make an awful lot of sense?'!
Although surprised at witnessing examples of incompetent planning and enforcement of access when I first became disabled, I have now come to the point that I turn up to bars, restaurants and shops expecting there to be poor or often no way for me to enter the building- surely this isn't right?
Please join me in laughing at the ridiculous, unbelievable examples of people in position's of responsibility's ineptitude- but after the gasps and giggles subside, please spare a thought that those of us in wheelchairs, on sticks, who are deaf, blind or otherwise, have to contend with day in, day out.
This Friday I am due to attend my friend's birthday, at a very well known Central London club that is attended by socialites and royals alike- the problem is I've been told after my, I should check they have access, phone call, without even a sorry, (and believe it or not, that is reasonably common!), that I can not get in, so can not attend.
Knowing the image of the club, the sceptic in me wonders whether they do not pursue the small task of getting even a removable ramp for the two steps to the front door, because of their fears that somebody disabled will not fit their image.
Until tomorrow everyone... http://failblog.org/?s=wheelchair