3rd time lucky: a good Headway! Just the architecture makes you feel good, a vast open-plan room on the junction of Kingsland Road and the canal. I can’t actually be a member (not living in East London), but I do from time to time go to Headway Eats, a supper club at which you all sit together, so you never know whether you’ll be sitting next to a brain-injury ‘survivor’ or a friend.
Last time (caribbean cuisine) I sat next to a man, 30s, whom I assumed to be a friend. But he had hypoxia for 8 minutes following a van crash. He was like me in that he said waking up every day was as if he’d had a bottle of whisky the night before. When all he’d done was go to bed.
I said: Snap! Only for me it’s as if I was stoned…
The sort of conversation only a brain-injury survivor could appreciate.
(Thanks to Rupert for introducing me.)
Stroke of luck 