WHEN you see a visibly disabled person, you see the wheelchair or maybe a walking stick or some other piece of equipment to help with whatever deficit the disability has given them.
HAPPY New Year is the greeting du jour.
I WAS recently invited to a private screening of Amelie at the British Film Institute in London.
RECENTLY someone asked me to consider whether I am a vulnerable person?
When I was asked to write this column my editor asked me to write about something pertaining to disability, I guess an opinion piece really.
DANCEFLOORS. Not your usual hangout for a wheelchair user but recently I have found myself on a few.
There is a whiff of autumn in the air, there is also a chill in the air too. I don’t mind either of these things. In fact I quiet like this time of year – it’s sort of cosy somehow.
It’s just taken me nearly an hour to drive from Headington into town.
So you all know I use a wheelchair. But what does that actually mean?
ON ONE of my recent trips to London my friend asked me to give her a hand.
