Any regular readers may have noticed that my blog was rather dormant from October through November, this was partly because I started a new job (yes I do have a full time day job alongside all the media work) and I had a quick trip to the US to see family.
It was also due to filming commitments – hurrah!
Back in September I was fortunate to audition and be cast in a guest role in BBC1′s Casualty. As I’ve mentioned before the roles for a disabled actress are rather thin on the ground, so when an opportunity like this comes along it feels brilliant; not just on a personal level as an actress but also as a disabled person keen to see better representation of disability on screen. I’m not going to give anything away with spoilers but I had a brilliant time filming it, the cast & crew were great and it’s a pretty damn exciting episode!
It’s a feature length episode due to broadcast on Saturday 7 January 2012, what better way than to spend the first Saturday of the New Year curled up on the sofa watching some quality BBC drama?!
For those of you who don’t follow me on Twitter I’d just like to shout from the rooftops that I have an article in a magazine this month.
Yes, a real life commissioned article written by me for a top selling women’s monthly magazine: Company Magazine.
Apologies for such a blatant plug, but I am so chuffed to be featured in a magazine as a writer and not just a disabled model. As someone who has been an avid reader of magazines for as long as I can remember, it feels like a great personal achievement.
The feaure I’ve written is based on my experiences of partying as a wheelchair user, it’s a light hearted take on some of the things that have happened on countless nights out in cities all over the world.
It’s not available to read online so you’ll need to go out and buy it, I hope you like it, if you do please let them know and I might get another commission!
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ps: a huge thank you to Victoria & Marie Claire at Company.
I spend far too much time laughing as soon as I’m in the studio with them, time flies and we record way too much, luckily you only have to listen to the edited version! They’re all a great team to work with, thank you to Damon, Emma & Daniel for inviting me back on the show.
In this edition of the talk show you can hear my first foray into news broadcasting as well as the usual fun & banter with Mat Fraser & Liz Carr. Or as Damon Rose from Ouch! so eloquently puts it:
“High street model Shannon Murray – the posh girl who uses a wheelchair – joins us to look through some recent news stories.”
Thank you to everyone who tuned into No Triumph, No Tragedy on BBC Radio 4 last week and a sincerely heartfelt thanks to everyone who got in touch with me via Twitter & email, the feedback has been incredibly warm and supportive.
For those of you still interested enough to hear more of me (!!) there is another interview being broadcast this week on BBC Radio Scotland; it’s part of a series called ‘Pioneers’ and I was really flattered to be asked to contribute, especially as I feel like there is still so much more I would like to achieve. The presenter, Clare English, was a real joy to work with, and to be honest it felt more like a chat with a good friend than an interview!
It goes out this Thursday 8 September at 14.05 but you can always listen later via the iPlayer.
Just a quick post to let you know that you can catch me chatting to Peter White in “No Triumph, No Tragedy” on BBC Radio 4 on Monday 29 August at 9am.
As it’s a Bank Holiday in the UK some of you might be indulging in a little lie in, so you can listen later at 9.30pm!
It’s quite an in depth and personal interview, we chatted for ages and I really enjoyed Peter’s probing questions, naturally I can’t now remember everything I said but I hope you enjoy it!
21 years ago today my legs stopped moving. No warning, no gradual decline or deterioration, just bang, one second they worked and the next they didn’t.
This blog post is perhaps a little more personal and much more intimate than any of my previous posts. It’s been triggered by a number of factors; I recently read and later watched great play written by an old friend of mine, ‘Those Legs’ by the hugely talented writer, actor, director, Noel Clarke, which features a young woman who is coming to terms with paraplegia,. I hadn’t seen Noel in years until recently and it’s remarkable how insightful certain aspects of his play were. There was one scene that particularly resonated with me where the female lead is looking longingly at a new pair of 5inch stilettos bought by her friend. It reminded me that even though I can still wear those shoes I can’t really garner the attention they create; they can’t alter my gait to flex my calves nor can they make my bum or bust more prominent whilst sitting in my wheelchair.
Whilst away recently I was enjoying the obligatory people watching in Paris, observing women teetering precariously along the dust and gravel in the Jardin des Tuileries wearing knife edge stiletto heels. I love seeing a woman who can walk and run confidently in high heels, it’s an acquired skill, but I can also recall the pain of an uncomfortable pair. Nothing quite like the sympathy you feel for a woman clearly walking in agony, all out of kilter in heels. Seriously girls, carry a pair of flat pumps in your bag, leave the ‘car to bar’ shoes for exactly that; for walking from the car into the bar.
I can see why some men and women love stilettos; they give the illusion of slimmer legs and long calf muscles leading to toned curvy thighs and sexy hips that bang and pop from side to side. I see how great a full firm arse looks that fills a pair of jeans, while those same girls say “does my bum look big in this?” Apparently Marilyn Monroe used to have ½ an inch chopped off one stiletto heel in order to amplify the effects of her famous wiggle.
When I was younger I would spend the first night of my summer holiday trying on every single pair of shoes in my grandmother’s wardrobes; parading around her apartment in my own mini fashion show; she had more shoes than Imelda Marcos so it took a few hours! I used to love the clicking sound of the heels against the tiles on her floor and would frequently try to go out in them but was told nothing higher than 2inches, anything more made me look like ‘jailbait’ apparently!
I have a photo that I treasure, it was taken outside her apartment the night before my accident, it’s a full length photo of me aged 14 in a dangerously short skirt, but I’m so glad to have it as a memento of how my legs last looked whilst ‘perfect’.
The other thing that got me thinking about the significance (or not) of working legs was reflecting upon a personal situation from earlier this year, I had been on a few dates with someone and as my interest in him grew, I noticed my self confidence shrank. I found myself feeling insecure about my body and comparing myself to other walking women. It is one of the few times that I have found myself envious of the physical abilities of women who can walk.
Most of the time I don’t give a flying f*ck about walking, it’s really not the be all and end all, and those of you that still believe it is have an awful lot to learn about life and the human experience.
However I realised that there was a pattern and that I’ve felt this way when dating other men, not that most of them will have known it; I have a tendency to behave slightly aloof, cool and detached for self preservation. Sometimes I think I’m more confident when I’m single, no need to worry what someone else thinks of me and the insecurity that breeds within me because I can’t be perfect. Don’t worry, I realise this is stupid thinking, I know no one is perfect and perfection is unattainable, and as I noticed the change in my body confidence it was then I knew I was going on dates with the wrong person. The right partner should inspire confidence in yourself, not deplete it.
But…I see how beautiful strong sexy legs are in heels, and I just worry any potential partner will too. I fear he might lust after women who can walk, run for a bus, skip down a beach, screw standing up, do the ‘snap & bend’, strut down the street in red soled Louboutins, or wriggle their bum into a pencil skirt. I’m scared he’ll miss that and long for something that I can’t provide because my body is different now. I can’t wiggle as I leave hoping he’s watching, I can’t walk arm in arm with hands in each other’s jeans pockets. They’re the tiny little things I sometimes mourn, but have never really shared…. until now.
I guess I have an objective appreciation of the human form, I see the endless potential of bodies and I love seeing the work people have put into making the very most of the gift they have. I stare in awe at the physical abilities and mental dedication of ballet dancers, acrobats and athletes, how they sculpt their body for their craft and push their body to extremes. From the Amazonian legs of Beyonce and Gisele to the shorter curvier legs of Lily Allen and the muscular legs of Serena Williams, I love the look of their legs, in awe of the beauty of the simple flexion and extension of a firm, well toned thigh muscle.
So yes, I miss creating that click clack sound across the floor that a pair of high heels make as they strut across the floor. I miss not creating the accompanying wiggle that turns heads. However, I still love my legs, their ridiculous length, I like that they look nearly the same as they always did, just less muscle tone, but the freckles are where they always were, like familiar friends reassuring me that I’m the same person with the same legs but different. I wouldn’t swap them for anybody else’s.
Now I’m off to blast ZZ Top and enjoy the sunshine, have a good weekend!
With sincere thanks to Noel Clarke: http://www.noelclarkeofficial.com/noelclarke/
Rather randomly it was brought to my attention this week that a few different people were pretending to be me on Facebook. I only use Facebook to keep in touch with friends and family so I only accept friend requests from people I actually know in real life; therefore if we haven’t met and we’re friends on Facebook then I’m afraid it’s not genuinely me.
This feels like one of the oddest posts I’ve ever had to write, I can’t quite believe that someone wants to either pretend to be me in order to befriend others or is using their own name but fraudulently stating that photos of me are them. In this instance imitation is not the sincerest form of flattery!
What is most concerning is that the man pretending to be “Shannon Murray” is befriending lots of other female wheelchair users under the guise of being me. I suspect that this person is a devotee* and is using Facebook to make contact with disabled women to satisfy his own fascination with disability; each woman he befriends would essentially facilitate the creation of his own personal photo album of disabled women.
I don’t have a problem with devotees per se, people are attracted to others for a variety of reasons and I’m non judgmental of personal sexual preferences or desires; I do however have a problem with someone hiding behind my identity, pretending to be someone they’re not and deceiving women and young girls. Please be careful to whom you send friend requests and from whom you accept them, people can use photographs from all over the internet to create fake profiles and make contact.
The Facebook profile has now been taken down, please let me know if you suspect any other fraudulent users and I shall endeavour to have them removed from Facebook too.
