Right, out of self-pity mode. There are far worse things than mashing up your own foot, like having your whole city destroyed by a hurricane. Which is, of course, what happened to the people of New Orleans some months back.
As with all of these things, charity donations poured in initially, and then started to drop away. Well, I’d like to encourage you to donate by buying a book that I was involved with. Beyond The Storm: Shadows of the Big Easy is a collection of essays, fiction and role-playing material themed around the city, produced by volunteers with all profits going to the American Red Cross to support Katerina relief. I didn’t actually write any of it, but I did edit chunks of it, including work by Mur Lafferty of Geek Fu Action Grip and Mikko Rautalahti of Fun Pastimes for Stupid Children.
The book is available in PDF or print format from the Beyond The Storm website. And it’s all in a good cause.
Dear Lord, having to hop everywhere on crutches is a frustrating and time-consuming experience.
And do you know what’s worse? When you make a cup of coffee, you have to drink it in the kitchen, because you can’t carry liquids anywhere.
I’d like to be better now, please.
Today, my life turned into a bad episode of Casualty. I was carrying some broken tiles down the stairs, to load them into the car, and somehow my foot missed the step, and I fell.
The sensation of your foot bending under you is not a pleasant one.
I eventually managed to crawl back upstairs, and watched my foot swell up over the next few hours. The photo was taken when it just started swelling. It got a lot bigger than that. Eventually, it got too big to ignore, so we caught a taxi to A&E at Lewisham hospital. After an hour of waiting, accompanied by Songs of Praise’s The Nation’s Top Ten Hymns and surrounded by multiple sports injuries, I was seen by a nurse, who sent me straight off for an x-ray. 45 minutes later, I had an attractive photo of the inside of my foot, the reassurance that nothing was broken, orders not to put any weight on the foot for three days, and a snazzy pair of crutches.
And I had to go up the stairs to the flat backwards on my bum. Dignified, this is not. Oh, boy, the next week is going to be fun.
Thanks to checking out a post by Liz, I’ve now got an account on last.fm, recording my listening habits.
Check it out, and laugh at my poor taste in music.
About two years ago, the BBC was running its own version of Pop Idol called Fame Academy. The last series produced the only reality TV talent show winner that I’ve had any interest in whatsoever: Alex Parks. There was something about this feisty Cornish lesbian that you just couldn’t help but like. Indeed, my entire family were rather taken with her.
And then, things went a little pear-shaped. The record company rushed out an ill-advised album of covers and then Alex disappeared from sight.
Now, she’s back, with a new single of original material. And it’s rather good. The first track is an OK pop-ish number, but it’s the second track, Near Death Experience, that really brings home the bacon. It’s a great rock number that’s well worth the pennies to download it.
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So, I shouldn’t quit the day job just yet, then.
The picture is of workmen erecting a new fascia on the building that houses Lewisham’s new TK Maxx. I think it proves that just adding a plastic facade to an ugly building gives you an ugly building with a plastic facade.