Here’s one way to raise disability awareness: clobber your prospective girlfriend around the head with your armrest. To be fair to the guy, it’s a new one, the bend-down-so-you-can-hear-me-then-I’ll-whack-you manoeuvre, so I’ll give him points for originality, but gosh, I’m sure she’s well and truly ‘aware’ of his disability now. The guy has been sentenced to 21 months imprisonment for a history of using his wheelchair as a weapon, and I’m pleased to hear it. I actually think it’s good,

You know, when I first read this article, I thought to myself, “I bet she made it up”. Say what you will about my cynicism here, but the whole idea that two blokes would tip a woman out of her wheelchair just to steal 20 bucks seemed a touch ludicrous. Anyway, a few days later, look what showed up on those same very pages: Wheelchair woman charged with making false complaint Some people really need grow up. I mean c’mon,

The folks in Ponsonby Road’s Starbucks know me quite well these days. Not because I’m buying oodles of their sugar-laden cocktails, but because I’m a regular consumer of their fantastic disabled bathroom. Why would I go to Starbucks just to use their bathroom, you ask? Well, it’s because I love Cezanne, which is directly across the road. Only problem is, the place itself is about as accessible as soft sandy beaches. Bless them, they are still hanging on to the

It’s true, I said it: I’m in love with a cafe. Anywhere that succeeds in being funky and arty, without the generally associated pretentiousness, as well as serving great coffee and eggs benedict, whilst being wheelchair-friendly, earns the big tick in my book. ‘Roasted’, as it is affectionately known, is situated in the heart of the Kingsland shops; 487 New North Road, to be exact. It’s a cute little orange place with tables and chairs outside, directly opposite the hulking

I got dragged along to the Auckland museum the other day. I didn’t expect much, and I got a whole lot less. I think you can catch the funky new green Link bus from town across Grafton Bridge but, being the little troopers we are, we walked. Walking past the hospital is never much fun, considering the not-so-fond memories I – and I’m sure many of you – have of that gloriously sterile building, but on we strode to the