The trekkie in me just got very, very excited. To update you on this entry, I just came across this news from startrek dot com. Executive Producer Bryan Fuller recently announced to a convention in San Diego that the title of the new series will be Star Trek Discovery. Fuller was rather unforthcoming on detail, but he apparently confirmed that the series takes place in the prime timeline, which is quite a relief. While we still don't know anything about the captain or crew, nor indeed when it is set (I'm still hoping for post DS9) at least it's a start. Mind you, the CGI in the trailer still looks rather computer game-ish for my liking; and the title is bound to raise a few eyebrows: as one comment put it: ''Also.... Star Trek: Discovery.... STD?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!
Yesterday I had the first proper meeting about my drinking problem. A guy came from a centre in Woolwich, and we began discussing my relationship to alcohol. It was a necessary, indeed vital step: since uni, I've used beer as a wind-down or relaxant; I feel the urge to drink to have a good time. The guy began to suggest how I can avoid these urges. The problem is, one drink always lead to me wanting two, and two to three, and so on. It was becoming an uncontrollable urge, and Lyn was clearly getting fed up of me getting drunk. The last time I came home drunk out of my head, she insisted I went and got help.
It was a good meeting yesterday, and a lot was discussed. The guy will come back next Friday to continue the process. He also recommended I stop drinking alcohol altogether, at least for the time being. I cannot disagree that that is a very good suggestion, yet, at the same time, part of me feels bitter about it, and I must admit I had quite a short temper for a while yesterday afternoon. You see, while I know full well the dangers of drinking too much and the problems it can cause - I have a nasty scar on my forehead to attest to that - I also associate it with freedom. I cherish the ability to go into a pub and have a couple of beers. Everyone else can do it, so to have that right removed from me fees like a freedom has been taken away, and like I'm being treated like a child.
I suppose it's analogous to smoking. People know smoking is bad for them, but if a government tried to ban it completely, there would be an outcry. People would say that their freedoms were being taken away, and that they have a right to decide what they did with their body. The very fact they were being controlled and limited, even if they knew the health risks, would cause huge resentment. Similarly, part of me feels resentment towards this; even though I know full well the wisdom of it, I no longer feel totally free. I may be safer and more cooperative, I may sleep a lot better, yet part of me feels like I'm being treated like a child by overprotective parents. As a disabled man, perhaps I value such freedoms even more, given I know how precious they are. Of course I have no intention of breaking this ban - after all, in this city there are so many better things to do than drinking beer - but I just wanted to get this side of the story off my chest.
[Edited Yesterday at 11:28:15 - added a bit]
Last night I dreamt I could play the drums. I tried to play them when I was young, but was never any good. In my dream, though, I was excellent: I suddenly got the ability to produce the perfect drum roll. I had no idea where it came from; all of a sudden I found I could use the drum-sticks with ease, hitting exactly the same spot on the drum in a blur. In my dream I wondered where the ability came from - why was I suddenly so dexterous, and why did this dexterity only apply to drumming? Then I woke up, and my questions were instantly answered - it had just been a dream. Oh well, I thought, perhaps I should take up the drums again - perhaps I could actually get that good.
Watching your wheels turn ahead of me
Following you as we wind our way through the city,
exploring the streets together; getting lost,
then finding ourselves, I feel
So lucky, so content.
With you in your chair and me in mine,
We roam as one. Discovering it,
And ourselves, finding our way
Through the city; through the world; through life.
Exploring the streets together,
Watching your wheels turn ahead of me
Following wherever they might lead.
Into life; into love.
Last night was one of those unexpectedly cool (well, not so cool - the temperature was at least in the high twenties) evenings which come along from time to time. The day before, Lyn had suggested going for a walk yesterday afternoon, but it turned out to be so hot that we decided to put it off to the evening. That way we could have dinner at the dome. The stroll up there is pleasant one: We bumped into Sally having a drink outside the Anchor and Hope, before continuing along the south bank of the Thames. It was beautiful at that part of the day, just as the sun was beginning to set. Lyn was in a wonderful long dark blue dress which I hadn't seen her wearing before, but which I couldn't keep my eyes off.
Once at the Dome, we had a little look around for places to eat. L fancied pizza, but having had one on Saturday I was in the mood for something meatier. We settled for Frankie and Benny's where we had an excellent meal. I had a single pint, having resolved to teach myself that one is enough, and then we set off back home. The river looked even more glorious at that point, the sun having set; the lights of the city were just starting to twinkle. Lyn took a stunning picture on her Ipad - she's becoming quite a photographer - then it was back home to Charlton. The day was rounded off with a little stargazing in the back garden, and I went to bed, content. Yet another great day with the woman I love.
[Edited 20/07/2016 at 10:28:30 - added a bit]