Street Fighter.
I find walking
through town on a Saturday extremely stressful.
There are far too
many people about, most of whom aren’t looking where they’re going. Maybe it’s
not them. Maybe it’s me. Perhaps I'm the only one with the problem.
It doesn’t help
that I suffer from labyrinthitis on and off. I know it sounds like an 80s David
Bowie movie vehicle, but it’s not. It’s a virus-induced inflammation of the
inner ear that causes permanent damage, which sends confusing messages to the
brain regarding balance.
(Call me Mr NHS
Direct.)
When it hits, I
feel like the world is spinning around me. It takes all my concentration not to
fall over. What makes it worse is no-one knows anything is wrong
except for you; walk into someone by mistake and they just think you’re a dick.
It also affects
my concentration. Even writing this was a challenge. Not just ‘this’, but every
word around it. I’m confusing the point.
As a result, I
try to restrict my town centre visits to off-peak times. I'll also pick
the least crowded route. I’m like a strictly-timetabled hermit. Why I chose a career
in front of an audience is beyond me. I would have been
a lot better off operating a lighthouse.
(Bagsy The
Needles.)