This evening I sat in the Nature Garden at work surrounded by colleagues, the large green canopy protecting us from gentle drizzle and the barbecue smoking away nearby, loaded with delicious food.
It felt perfect except for one thing. We… read more
I mentioned my search for a new support worker a couple of weeks ago. I’m looking for someone to help me at work on a full-time basis. Until now this has been done by a team… read more
Two months ago I shared an open letter to Leon Daniels, Managing Director of Surface Transport for Transport for London (TfL). I wrote to him following an upsetting incident when a bus driver refused to let me… read more
This morning I took part in some research being conducted by the Movement Disorder team at the National Hospital for Neurology and Neurosurgery.
This study involves collecting data from the brain using an electroencephalogram, more commonly know as an EEG.… read more
This evening Harriet and I went to meet Leftwing Idiot, Fat Sister, King Russell and their friend Gareth in a bar near the Castle.
I’ve met Gareth loads of times, but it seems that one of my tics from our… read more
The story of the geranium is now practically legend, but because I haven’t mentioned it for a while I thought I’d briefly re-cap.
Once upon a time, four years ago, a mysterious visitor named Annie The Wolf brought a tiny… 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
When I woke up this morning my first tic of the day was:
“Morning sun, your light is brighter than Stephen Hawking’s mind.”
I opened the blind a few minutes later and solar-centric tics continued:
“Window, are you wearing sun… read more
King Russell has a longstanding obsession with zombies. He’s got zombie films, zombie books, zombie t-shirts and a regularly updated zombie plan.
This all makes me worry that if he sees one of my latest ‘ticcing fit’ moves he… 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