Bournemouth Lions
I work (for now), I love, I live, I have fun. Just with wheelchairs and drugs and spasms and stuff...
16 July 2019
Oh dear. There was me thinking I had come up with the word ‘Funishment’ all on my own. I was wanting to describe my Tough Mudder/Wheelchair Rugby/Skydiving adrenaline fetish. And it turns out fetish is thoroughly appropriate. Funishment is apparently defined as ‘a pleasurable way of being punished, usually in a sexual way.’ Oh. There was nothing sexual whatsoever about being manhandled like a sack of potatoes by a dozen guys and gals over, under and through 15 devious Tough Mudder obstacles. Especially on the multiple occasions I got a wedgie, or my ‘special pants’ were on display while being dragged over the line or a high wall. Why exactly did I love it? Why do I […]
12 June 2019
OK, so my recent post missed Invisible Disability Awareness Week by a month. And this one is missing Volunteers Week by a few days. Fortunately I have the catch-all excuse, “I have Multiple Sclerosis”. It’s brilliant, I can blame anything on it. From dropped cups, forgotten names, through jumbled words, random spasms, people rammed with my funky wheelchair to nodding off and snoring, it’s MS… Oh golly, we’re so lucky… Fundraising I don’t know how long this blog is going to be, because all I really want to say is a huge thank you to volunteers everywhere! In August, twelve amazing, hardy souls are swimming from Portsmouth to the Isle of Wight to raise money for two wonderful charities, https://shift.ms/ […]
5 May 2019
Then Once upon a time, in what feels like a galaxy far, far away, I swanned around as a healthy and fit rugby captain, head boy and general fancy pants. All that mattered in life at the weekend was rugby, girls and beer. In assorted order depending on the time of day. And I only fell over because I was tackled or on my fifth pint. Not, as is now the case, because of a progressive illness attacking my central nervous system. Now Fast forward on my storyline and after a gap of some thirty years I am, at last playing a contact sport again. Wheelchair Rugby. Still known in some countries by its original name, MurderBall (!). And […]