On May 8th, in Brighton, I woke up to the crushing news that the Conservative Party would again be forming the next Government, this time with an overall majority. Straightaway I determined to turn my great sadness… read more
It’s been gloriously sunny and this evening Will and I soaked it up as we went from work to a pub in Brixton, with him pushing his bike and me pushing myself in my wheelchair. We were off to meet… read more
The general election’s just three days away and I can’t wait – I’ve never been so ready to vote. The last five years have felt like the longest years ever – they could’ve been five decades.
My life looks very… read more
So today Scotland’s deciding whether to remain part of the United Kingdom or to become an independent country. I’m not about to wade into the political debate about the referendum myself, but unsurprisingly my tics are quite happy to:
“Run… read more
Yesterday 50,000 people marched through central London carrying a peaceful but powerful message to the doors of the Houses of Parliament. Poppy and I were among them.
We were there with tens of thousands of other people in the shadow… read more
On June 28th last year I wrote about the start of something that wasn’t finally finished until today. What was this lengthy process? It was getting my teeth cleaned and polished by the special care dentistry team at my… read more
Leftwing Idiot and I were at Tate Britain this afternoon, continuing with our preparations for We Forgot The Lot!’ While we were there I had a ‘ticcing fit’. It started just as I was… read more
The other day I described how I’d needed to make yet another trip to hospital after tipping my wheelchair over and fracturing my elbow.
The hospital staff were great – friendly, efficient and skilled. But I… read more
It’s been a bumpy start to the year so far but things have finally started getting back on track. My hands are doing much better and on Wednesday I was able to start using… read more
Last June I wrote about going to the dentist for a check-up – I explained that he’d decided my teeth needed a scale and polish but that it’d have to be done under sedation because I move around so much… read more