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2 December 2016 —
I can't even hold me big cup any more. I reckon that fall
must have done me more damage than even I thought. I
gave it a month before I went to the Docs about it and
the doctors said give it another week. I don't even bother
going to doctors in the 1st place until I'm getting to the
point where it seems abnormally bad. The WWOOORST
of it is, it keeps affecting the steadiness and control in my
drawing n painting hand! NOOoooooooO!!!! I can't live
out my days without being able to create Art! That’s like,
my THING that I DO! (And I point blank refuse to
Damien Hurst my work) But I also refuse to be one of
those local newspaper pity stories; Poor Bloody Redditch
Woman Paints with Feet after Accident. See her wonky
water colours up the stairs in Redditch Library.
AAAAAARRRRRGGH!!! Sorry, that’s one of the most
Art-Snob remarks I've ever made. I think it’s affecting my
mind

2 December 2016 —
Despite current extra disabilities I WILL still go for a pint
but YOU guys will have to hold my glass for me and
possibly even put it to my mouth (I nearly said put it to
my lips, but then I realised the target audience I was
addressing & I don't wanna encourage you) cos I can't
even lift a pint glass now. My current, extra disabilities
will NOT stop me goooin* down the pub!!

I'm no quitter! * goooin is NOT a typo or spelling mistake.
That's how we pronounce it in Birmingham. As in the
popular phrase "We're goooin down the pub."