I’ve been punished by the gods. My left shoulder and its connecting tissue has been ripped raw. The injury has been ravished over and over as I continue to throw myself into physical and fun situations.

About three months ago a car pulled out in front of my Vespa as I was hooning toward the Holy Trinity Church in Parnell.

Everything slowed down for a few split seconds. I told myself to relax, and to roll. I flew superman style into the air and promptly judo rolled through the middle of the intersection before coming to a halt flat on my back.

My shit was everywhere and the bike was in pieces. I was ushered off the road and straight past a couple of 10 year old boys with their jaws dropped. “Are you ok?” they said.

“I’m fine, but are you ok?” I replied.

Four months later and no I’m not fine. My fucking shoulder won’t get better and I can’t do everything like I used to.

Is it age? Or is it a ridiculous curse?