A Weekend of Dance with Touchdown Company.

Tanvir Naomi BushDisability, Photography, Visual Impairment, Writing Leave a Comment

Into the dance studio we go! My eyes are finding it hard to adjust to the dark shadows of the wide dance studio space interspersed with occasional dazzling pools of sunlight. I am, however, prepped and perky and I am wearing ‘gear’ for the unknown, i.e. doubled sports bra/ tank top combo (experience has shown it to be almost as effective and certainly less painful to remove than duct-tape), track suit bottoms and huge cotton knickers. (All ladeez understand why […]

Change the Narrative with ‘I, Daniel Blake’

Tanvir Naomi BushCull, Disability, Film, Writing 2 Comments

It was a packed auditorium.. … for the first screening of the award winning film, ‘I Daniel Blake’ at the Pound Arts Centre, Corsham last Thursday.  We had planned a full day of events around the Arts and Social Change,  part of our joint SenseAbility themed programme.  It had been months in the planning but finally the day had arrived!

Notes on Leaving from Grace

Tanvir Naomi BushDisability, Guide Dogs, Writing 11 Comments

The Leaving Hey TanviLove, I should be blogging about ‘re-tyre-ing’ but I don’t really smell that concept. Me: Okay, what do you want to talk about? Can I explain the Leaving instead,  as we Guide Dogs go through and past and through it a few times a life-long. Me: That sounds great. Go ahead and I’ll type. Should we eat something first? Me: You just had breakfast. Did I? But I am faint with hunger. Me: Hmmmm, look here is […]

Amazing Grace and the End of an Era

Tanvir Naomi BushDisability, Guide Dogs, Visual Impairment, Writing 8 Comments

Grace Hangs up Her Harness Grace has retired. Yes. It is officially the end of an era. As of last Thursday my wonderful buddy and fellow academic, my guide in the dark, my morning singing, fox poo rolling, clever, funny, huge hearted, rambunctious, co-traveller in this bonkers journey, has been retired. She has been at my side for seven and a half years, guiding me past the death of my Dad, across the county and through my MA and PhD.  […]