Nah you can literally just pop down and chat to people. Its a mix of volunteers and professional people working in care. They’ve got yoga, art therapy, board games and so on. Great people.
I’m thinking of writing a blog about all this - some of the characters you meet there are awesome. I met a guy from the Congo with anxiety issues who was recently made homeless (I gave him my number and offered him an old sleeping bag but it sounds like he’s found himself a doss house in Croydon), I know a guy who has 2 PHDs and used to earn £180k as a structural engineer but had his life fall apart after a divorce (he already had Bipolar disorder and his wife basically took everything and left him homeless). I know a wonderful posh-voiced black lady in her fifties who’s become a genuinely dear friend of mine from the moment I asked her her diagnosis and she confidently said “I’m psychotic dahling”. There’s this French/Iraqi rasta guy who’s super chilled, into literature, philosophy and music and so on - I asked him what his diagnosis was and he put his arms behind his dreadlocked head, smiled with a click of the tongue and laughingly said “schizophrenia bro”. I know a guy who appears totally normal but (poor sod - can’t deny its kinda funny) - he believes Morrissey is secretly communicating to him through coded messages in his songs and that its somehow connected with God and whatnot.
The great thing about the cafe is that (aside from taking the heat off A&E) it gives you a community where the stigma is completely gone. Now that I’m better I try and do my bit by hanging around and being a half decent listener. I may well start volunteering and helping out with the cooking and shit in the next few weeks.
This all sounds very similar to a place that I pop into from time to time
Well, apart from the yoga
… which hopefully the Soviet will introduce in the near future.
Glad to know you’re feeling better, Tramps. All the best to you.