mostly david ephgrave

On my way back from the Chiropractor today, I walked past some street eggs. Street eggs. I don’t think I’ve ever seen real street eggs before in real life, though I did once see some street carrots. I’ve spotted a single maraca and a kit for a perfect night out in Bath, but never a single egg. My run-ins with street food have been surprisingly few, which is a shame, as there’s nothing like an edible mystery to keep things interesting. A night out in Bat. Street carrots. My visit to the chiropractor was a little painful, but it was worth it, if only to release my locked shoulder a bit. He’s suggested I go in once a week until I go to Edinburgh, in that hope that we can take control of it and stop it being a big problem before I go away, and I trust him implicitly with it. He’s excellent at his job and has helped me countless times in the past, so there’s no reason this should be any different. Outside of medical appointments and run in with some Chic...

Thirty-two may be too late in the game to ask such a question – but is there a correct side to walk on the pavement? I used to be able to pass people heading in the opposite direction without incident. Those were the days: now, there's seldom a time it doesn't break into a spot of impromptu country dancing. The problem often starts at a distance. From the moment I spot a person on the horizon the heat is on . If I’m decisive it nearly ends in a head-on collision; if I’m not, I start veering across the pavement like a drunkard. It doesn’t help that I suffer from Labyrinthitis: possibly the world’s most unfortunately named condition. Mere mention of its name paints a vivid mental image of a tight-trousered Bowie that bears absolutely no relevence. Labyrinthitis is an inflammation of the inner ear that causes mixed messages to be sent to your brain regarding balance. It leads to bouts of vertigo that can last for weeks or months – and when it hits, all basic coord...