It’s pretty obvious that the Dis in Dis Life has become both short for disability, and also disdain for the state of the nation when it comes to the treatment of Disabled people.
But – I’m abandoning the usual hell in a handcart tone of this column for a week to reflect on a moment of magic from this weekend’s Glastonbury festival. There is a lot going on out there for Disabled people which is not remotely going right. But the last thing in Pandora’s Box is hope. And I’m going to let it fly out and buzz about a bit this week.
I’m also going to be largely ignoring the fact that Glasto is normally a mudfest with almost no capacity for wheelchair and mobility scooters to be able to fully access the site when the weather and topography create unholy levels of inaccessible gunge (Michael and Emily Eavis – can we have a talk and a think about how to get round this?)
