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November 9, 2010

Equality on Disability

I saw a very small story in the paper yesterday. It was tucked away on a middle page somewhere in the corner. It was on the government’s plans to bring into primary school education teaching on homosexuality. I suppose it’s to teach tolerance and understanding. Fine. But my biggest problem is that the last paragraph said that the government was, as a result, planning on bringing in a similar education style to teach about learning disabilities.

Surely that is the wrong way around?

It’s a shame that equality teaching on homosexuality is the forerunner for teaching on disabilities. There is such a lack of knowledge on learning disabilities in the UK. Granted we have never been so aware as we are now, but compare us to other countries, we are decades behind. Holland for example has five year degree courses on working with disabilities and a strong system for people who have disabilities.

I work part-time in a residential home for adults with learning disabilities and I love it. I love the residents. I think they are fantastic, but I shouldn’t be working there. Am I qualified? No. Have I done a course on working with learning disabilities? No. Did I attend one day, even one day, of  teaching on how to work with disabilities? No. You can do a degree in football management, and surfing, and creative writing, but where are the degrees on working with people with autism or brain damage or deafness?

So we say that every generation wants to fight for a cause: slavery, racial equality, feminism, free speech, independence, beatniks, peace, world debt, ecological living. What do we have now? We have homosexuality. Fine. To be frank, it’s been coming. I’m not surprised. But what frustrates me the most is that in the media, in society it has been pushed to the fore. It has become the most important topic of this generation and I can’t see it losing steam.

It’s just not that important. It doesn’t need to be fought for. Every section of our society gets marginalised from one angle or another. Whether you are from the North or the South, or from Wales, or Irish, or ginger, or black, or white, or gay, or if you’re tall or short, or young or old. It is just plain ridiculous to say a kid in the playground can’t say ‘gay’ because it’s derogatory and then I switch on my TV and see jokes made on disabilities, skin colour, hair colour, hobbies and race.  But don’t you dare make a joke about being gay because that’s just not fair – and after all we don’t want to hurt their feelings. Gay people have just as many rights as you, don’t you know? They do. I agree. But when we talk about fairness, remember that there are people who actually need support and don’t get it. In my opinion, that’s something worth fighting for.

November 8, 2010

The Pinter Posse – Meeting 2

The Pinter Posse met up today.

We didn’t talk about anything Pinterspecific – try saying that with a lisp! – but we did spend some time in a grimy second hand bookshop. Of course we were drawn to the so called Play section with texts written by so called playwrights who are so called good but there was only one book by Pinter.

We left in disgust and I went home and had a Pot Noodle. It was the first Pot Noodle I had eaten in a while, and I got it cheap from the SU shop, so I was looking forward to it. Unfortunately it didn’t satisfy my hunger and I had to have a packet of Mini Cheddars as well. There’s not much those bad boys don’t fix.

Today I also bought a copy of i, that new posh tabloid from the Independent. It was quite good. I think I will buy it again.

The Review Sketch as promised last blog.

Telephone Call

A couple are talking on the phone. The Man has just had a meeting with a major publishing company. Both are in their thirties. There is the sound of heavy traffic in the background.

WOMAN: Did they like it?

MAN: They loved it.

WOMAN: Fantastic. Did they love you?

MAN: They loved me.

WOMAN: That’s fantastic.

MAN: It went just how I said. Didn’t I say it would go this way? It’s fantastic.

WOMAN: That’s wonderful.

MAN Isn’t it.

WOMAN: Where are you now?

MAN: I’m walking down the Strand.

WOMAN: It’s really loud.

MAN: Isn’t it fantastic. I told you it would be fantastic.

WOMAN: I said that it’s hard to hear you.

MAN: Fantastic.

Pause

WOMAN: Tell me what happened exactly.

MAN: They loved it. The whole lot. They want to publish the whole lot.

WOMAN: That’s fantastic.

MAN: There’s going to be a party tonight. A big party.

WOMAN: The road is really loud.

MAN: I think it’s going to be a bit more sophisticated than that.

WOMAN: I wish I was there.

MAN: At the party?

WOMAN: No, with you.

MAN: I love you too.

Pause

WOMAN: The drug addicts are back.

MAN: I know. It’s fantastic. Isn’t it wonderful?

WOMAN: I said the drug addicts are back.

MAN: Bang on the window.

WOMAN: I’m too scared.

Beat

Where are you going?

MAN: I’m meeting up with Julie for lunch.

WOMAN: Who’s that?

MAN: Julie.

WOMAN: Who?

MAN: Julie.

Pause

WOMAN: Where are you meeting her?

MAN: What?

WOMAN: Where’s Julie.

MAN: I’m sorry, the traffic is loud it’s hard to hear you.

WOMAN: It’s hard to hear you too.

MAN: I’m sorry, it’s the road.

WOMAN: You always say that.

MAN: What?

WOMAN: That you’re sorry.

MAN: Why are you sorry?

WOMAN: Fantastic.

MAN: It is. Isn’t it? I told you it would be. They loved me. Are you going to come into town later?

WOMAN: I don’t know if I’d have the time.

MAN: We always used to go out in town.

WOMAN: Times have changed. I’ve tightened up.

MAN: We’ll go to that club like we did before. You know, last summer, we went to Koko, and then after we met those friends. Who were they again? One was wearing a Jack Wills t-shirt and the other – well the other had something else on. A boy and a girl. Don’t you remember the boy and the girl?

WOMAN: I don’t remember the club or the boy or the girl.

MAN: Maybe you were drunk. But why don’t you come down, and then we will stay overnight somewhere and go and watch the football tomorrow afternoon. That’s what you need; a bit of relaxation.

WOMAN: You think that would be fantastic.

MAN: It would be fantastic.

WOMAN: But things have tightened up a bit.

MAN: Well maybe that’s what you need.

WOMAN: What?

MAN: A bit of relaxation.

WOMAN: I’m sorry, I’ve lost you.

Pause

MAN: I was just saying you need a bit of relaxation.

WOMAN: I don’t think I’ll have the time.

Pause

MAN: I’m sorry, I think I have to go. I can see Julie.

WOMAN: Ok.

MAN: But I’ll see you in town later.

WOMAN: No.

MAN: I’ll send you a text and tell you where we are.

WOMAN: Fantastic.

MAN: I know, it’s just great. Really fantastic isn’t it.