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I’m reading Billy Lynn’s Long half time walk. It’s been adapted into film by Ang Lee. Talking of films... I saw Manchester By The Sea at a screening in The Soho Hotel: Grayson Perry was sat on my row. Grayson Perry, if you didn't know, is the British king of analysis on masculinity. Watching Manchester By The Sea with Grayson Perry in the same venue was too much for my masculinity so later that night I kicked a wall repeatedly.I wept too. Not at the film. I’ve been weeping a lot this past week. So there's been a lot of wall kicking. Cry. Kick. Cry. Kick. One of the causes was a marathon session with a psychologist. He was assessing damages for my claim. The session drew all the poisoned water from the well. And sucker punched me.That’s enough of that!! It’s my year of listening, watching and reading. The day after the marathon session with the psychologist I attended the women’s march in Belfast. It was inspiring. I held the tears in the dip of my clavicles. Everything was on the brink to be fair. I'll be attending more marches this year. I need to step up my game.Another tearful day. Tears of Joy this time. A young homeless man who came to the Christmas Dinner was given a snooker cue signed by world famous snooker player Steve Davis for a Christmas present. The Manchester Christmas Dinner team made it so that he got to meet Steve Davis last week. It was covered by the Manchester Evening News and ITV: The young mans dream came true. I was a link in the chain that made it happen. I got an unexpected surge of joy I wept. Then I kicked a wall to regain my masculinity. I also punched a melon.This picture is of me being masculine.

I Kick Walls.