For reasons that are too tasteless to describe here, this post is dedicated to a poor defenceless porker and a well-known wild boar.
When Ed Miliband attempted to eat a bacon sandwich a while back he… read more
The castle’s been having some work done on the roof for the last few weeks so there’s a scaffolding tower in my garden. It’s just outside my bedroom window and from certain angles it blocks my view of the read more
At the start of a ‘ticcing fit’ I usually make a repetitive noise that sounds like the word, ‘How’.
At the weekend, while I was in Northern Ireland with the Backstage In Biscuit Land crew, I started having a… read more
For anyone with uncontrollable movements in their arms, soup isn’t usually the best choice on the menu, and although my bowl was full of chunks of bread to help keep it under control, I still managed to make a mess.… read more
I’ve just come off stage after my first ever stand-up comedy gig. This is daunting enough for anyone at the best of times, but thanks to my tics I never know what I’m about to say next. There’s an element… read more
Thanks to Poppy at one end and Chopin at the other, Leftwing Idiot and I have made it safely to Edinburgh. Leaving a scorching London this morning we were very soon reminded that it’s much colder up north.
We’ve settled… read more
Ruth was supporting me as usual last night, but she didn’t come alone – her niece, Shaniah, and nephews Adoni, Zachariah and Shiloh came too.
The first thing Shiloh asked was ‘Can we play in your wheelchair?’ This… read more
Sometimes my tics suddenly pluck a word out of obscurity and through tone, pronunciation, and obsessive repetition, turn it into something surreal.
Today, “mottled” was in for this treatment.
It’s not a word I’ve ever given much thought to, let… read more
Most mornings my support worker Ana helps me wash and get ready for work, but occasionally she’s not available Veronica steps in.
Veronica’s been supporting me on and off for almost four years and we know each other really well.… read more
The summer’s whizzing by and I can’t believe it’s August already. My tics on the other hand are fully aware of the new month. This morning as I was getting ready for work all this popped out:
“August is the… read more