The manager of Strictly Coffee in Bath Street was particularly kind. I swung around far too hastily and experienced that remarkable feeling of not falling quickly to the ground but of the ground racing quickly up to meet my face, the arms powerless to intervene. Both came outside exciting prestigious lunch eateries after being greeted from behind.
The incidents that led me to the neurologist's rooms were certainly the equal of anything suffered by Scott and Shackleton in the Antarctic. I wish I had had this letter to show the silver-haired man in 1966. So, a lack of balance confirmed, condition longstanding and prognosis benign. Indeed until I received this letter I had always believed a subependymoma was a pole-dancer who worked exclusively in submarines and a nystagmus was a positional down beat nasal complaint suffered by jazz drummers. You know this man had a colossal brain because he used words like subependymoma and nystagmus where you and I would use cat or dog. A lesion in this location is very likely to be responsible for the positional down beat nystagmus and longstanding imbalance." Tangerine Dream meets Pink Floyd meets sheets of metal dropped into a dangerously live malfunctioning power plant.Ī consultant neurologist with a colossal brain sent me his report last month: "The MRI scan has shown me a lesion in the inferior fourth ventricle, possibly a subependymoma. He had long hair and only Pink Floyd could possibly have resulted. However the noise level can accede to something I could only call frightening, so when the technician asked if I would like him to mix in his iPod with the high-decibel gongs, I naturally said yes. Scans are not new to me and I looked forward to the MRI with a tangible degree of excitement as I enjoyed early 1970s krautrock immensely - the sound of the scanner's high-volume electronic workings equated to some of the best music I had heard in this genre. I believe in hospitalspeak it is called an MRI Scanner. Pfft! Happily my complete lack of balance has recently been confirmed by an extremely expensive hospital machine. You can say what you want out there because nobody understands a thing you are on about. Oscar Wilde said it best, said the silver-haired man - and he was paraphrasing - a journalist without balance is like Usain Bolt without a pointing finger.īut I have never learned balance, I prefer to work out on the edge where the wild things are. When I first entered the venerable Evening Star building and its even more venerable lift - that Dotcom fellow would never fit in this lift - a man with silver hair put his hand on my shoulder and told me about balance.
Balance in different walks of life, including for tightrope walker Charles Blondin.
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