Pete Hindle

I’ve been trying to write a blog post about my illness, specifically about the night that I nearly died, for a while now. It’s a story I’ve told to my friends over and over again, and despite it’s grim subject it’s something I can rely upon to have people laughing out loud. Trying to make [...]

Yesterday was a trip into London to meet up with my mother for lunch, and then look at some art galleries and bicycle shops around the Brick Lane area. It was nice to get out of the small town where I usually find myself, but after the bike ride on Tuesday I rapidly became too [...]

Wondering how it’s going with my health and general welfare? Here’s the important news in a nutshell: I will not be given any money from the benefits agency and I will have to pay to go back to university. I got these two pieces of news today, when I seem to be suffering from one [...]

I lay in bed on Monday night, feeling pretty weird. I’d been back in Newcastle for four days, which is the longest I’d been away from home since I got sick. Unlike before, I’d taken it pretty easy, and restrained my impulse to schedule a dozen meetings for coffee every day.  In fact, by most [...]

Yesterday I took a trip into London by myself. I’d arranged to met up with Jock Mooney, who made this video: We spent a few hours catching up, and then I set off for Camden’s juggling shop, Oddballs. I’m not really into Camden. Maybe I’m too old, or maybe I’m just not sold on the [...]

Wednesday was a bad day for me. I’d been carrying around a broken tooth, and leapt out of bed to make an emergency dental appointment. I then fixed breakfast and was just starting to gingerly chew my toast when I got a call from the benefits agency who told me that I wouldn’t be getting [...]

Last Thursday I went back to Newcastle for the first time since November. I spent a short weekend back, celebrating a close friend’s birthday and gathering some of my possessions (because I’ve been living out of a backpack for the past five months). Although I thought I was ready to start getting out again, I’ve [...]

‘You have to get well. Being ill is like being attacked, you see? Your body is like a great fortress that has been besieged by invaders. You’ve repelled them, you’ve seen them off, but you have to be good, and marshal your forces and rebuild the walls, refurbish your catapults, clean your cannons, restock your [...]

I’ve been sick all November. And when I say sick, I mean puking, wailing, bed-ridden sick, not “a little bit of a sniffle”. I even spent five days in hospital, and when I got out my friends and family noted that I was too sick to look after myself and packed me back to my [...]