I’ve decided I fancy a change around on this blog. I’ve played with some themes, and settled on a new one I like, and I’ll be wondering through my posts to make them fit in with the new style.
Things could get interesting over the next couple of hours/days/weeks…
I don’t often write about gay things (well beyond the odd side-comment). Occasionally I’ll post something on Twitter, if I spot a tweet worth an RT, but I can count the number of these occasions on the fingers on one hand. If you’re interested, my favourite would have to be:
Gay Star News (@gaystarnews) February 27, 2012
Which is probably because I’m an old romantic at heart.
To get back to the point, last night I watched the film Beautiful Thing for the first time. I’d heard of it before (I’d imagine most people in the LGBT community probably have), but have only just got around to actually seeing it.
Now, I’m not normally a fan of such films. Give me an action/adventure or sci-fi any day. That said, I found it really enjoyable, and a far cry from many gay movies that pander to every single gay stereotype going.
The best bit is definitely the final scene. It is really simple (like all of the film, in fairness), but really moving, and the perfect happy ending.
Sorry that this is a bit of an aimless post, I just wanted to share. I definitely suggest everyone goes out to see this, even if just for the feel-good-factor of a genuinely happy ending.
Yesterday, after a rather dull afternoon on duty, I went out to a meal with a group of my Organisation friends. Amongst them was one of the most senior uniformed members in the area. Now, normally I get on very well with this person (who I will christen TopBoss, because the people above her don’t count…), but everything I have been hearing has suggested that she has been getting in the way of us taking the bikes and making them better.
Needless to say, bikes came up at the meal (as they do…), but, unexpectedly, it was TopBoss who brought them up. By saying that she was getting us some shiny new equipment. To be precise, a set of miniaturised medical gas bottles and a lightweight, compact defibrillator that’ll actually fit in the panniers properly. This is kit we’ve wanted for a long time, as it makes our lives so much easier on duty. It’s only enough for one pair of bikes, but that’s a lot better than the nothing we expected to get.
It turns out, despite what we’ve thought, TopBoss is very much in favour of the bikes, but normally has too many other things she needs to buy to spare any money on a set of bikes that rarely get used. Which is really good (and a great relief).
Of cause, this means we now have only one person to blame for the state of the bikes, but he’s someone we can’t do anything about until the restructuring happens.
I wrote about this a while back, but I am having serious thoughts about my pseudo-anonymous blogging policy.
Under no circumstances am I going to give out my real name, or where these events happen in the country. That’s too much of a risk to me, and makes it more difficult to protect the confidentiality of my patients. If someone seriously wants to find these things out, they probably can, but even if they do I have plausible deniability on my side (the fictionalised elements of all my treatment stories also seriously help), if nothing else.
That said, I have had serious thoughts about revealing who I volunteer for. I recognise that it puts me in a compromising situation, I certainly haven’t pulled my punches on here. However, it also lets me openly support some of the wonderful work and campaigns the Organisation run. And while I know my comments aren’t going to make a real different to the Organisation, I do recognise that even little things can have far-reaching and unintended consequences.
I think (after actually writing this out) I might leave things as they are for the moment. Reading back, my reasons for changing just aren’t strong, while my reasons for staying the same (not least, patient confidentiality) are. Sounds like a conclusion to me.
Okay, random aside here inspire by the musical interlude in that last post.
I LOVE Spotify. I signed up for a premium membership a little while back, and I haven’t looked back.
I know I could just buy the tracks I want from Amazon or somewhere, and I’d probably spend less overall, but the convenience of adding a track or twenty to a playlist, without having to worry about the price, and not minding if I ditch it again if I don’t like it, is just amazing. Add that to the fact that I can take the music anywhere I have wi-fi access on my tablet and my phone. That’s over three hundred tracks, all in high quality, available on a device that couldn’t store a quarter of that.
Anyway, with that little sales pitch over, I will again leave you with some music. This time, it’s the piece I love most out of the Chicago soundtrack. I learnt to play a bit of this in a medley while in the school concert band, and while the melody isn’t that complex, it’s fiddly enough to be challenging, and when done properly, amazingly good fun to play.
I also think the performance in the film is amazing, but given that I’m a big fan of the film overall, there’s no real surprise there…
So, I leave you with Sean Palmer – We Both Reached For The Gun
(Regrettably I’m not paid by Spotify or anyone else to promote their service. I just happen to be a big fan of it.)
Sometimes I wonder if someone, somewhere, has it in for me.
Yet again, I have fallen for the wrong guy. Yet again, I’ve found myself having feelings about a straight man (in a long-term relationship with his girlfriend), and have to clamp down hard on them.
This time it’s one of my friends from the Organisation. We met about a year ago, I think, when he moved to the area, and I started regularly attending the local Adult unit. He settled in to the unit fairly quickly, and as we have very similar interests in the Organisation, and opinions on how many things should be done, we’ve got on very well.
Over time, and particularly recently, I’ve noticed that I’ve become very attracted to him, above and beyond the normal wish to be around someone who you get along with. He’s a bit older than the man I’d normally go for, and not conventionally good-looking, but there’s something about him that gets me going every time. I think it’s because pretty much everything he does, he’s very passionate about, and it’s really easy to get caught up in that, and it’s exciting.
It doesn’t help that I have recently spent a large amount of time in his company, and a reasonable amount of that alone with him. It’s possible (though looking increasingly unlikely) that we could be crewing a vehicle together this weekend.
I am, of cause, being good. Not only would I not dream (well…) of getting involved with someone who is obviously dedicated to his partner (who I also get on with reasonably well), I know that doing anything about this except ignoring it would only end in losing our friendship. Not to mention the general awkwardness that it would result in from now until the end of time. Instead, I bite my tongue, and keep things as friendship only.
If only I could fall for someone who there is even a chance that they might return the feelings, without the certainty that it’ll blow up in my face.
Housemate, here’s an interesting thought for you:
When you want to use my stuff, instead of spending ages asking me to wash it up, why don’t you just bloody do it yourself. It’s not exactly difficult!
Though, you could just spend some money and buy your own… You could replace the pint glass of mine you broke while you’re at it…
He’s done it again… My housemate has invited a couple of people to stay at our house for a couple of nights. Not once has he asked me if that’s a problem, or if I mind, or even just given me warning that I’d have two strangers (to me) sleeping in the house.
It’s not even as if I’d say no. I wouldn’t mind if he just warned me, so when these random people turn up my first instinct isn’t ‘who the hell is that in my house’.
I know this is a shared house, and he has as much right to have guests around if he wants. That I don’t have a problem with. They’ll probably be using my eating stuff tomorrow (though I’ll be damned if I’m washing it up specially for them…) I don’t even really mind that they’ve just spent the entire evening on my Xbox (again, not even as much as a ‘do you mind’). What bugs me is the fact that he doesn’t even seem to have considered the fact that I might mind.
It is tempting to get up nice and early, make myself a nice cooked breakfast, and generally clatter around tomorrow morning and see if he says anything. I may even ‘forget’ to close the kitchen door, and accidentally set of the smoke detectors like I regularly do when frying things.
It sounds a little mean, as I look at it, but hey, we can both be inconsiderate from time to time if we want…
- The Housemate (walkingplasterdispenser.wordpress.com)