As a child my Gran taught me a number of prayers. I became obsessed with them and had to repeat them all perfectly every night in order to feel safe.
As I hit my teens I was able to reason … read more
One of the hazards of involuntary movements is getting your hands covered in ink. I was using a marker pen yesterday, and ended up with a big, bright, slash of pink across my arm.
I thought nothing of it – … read more
I woke up naturally this morning, with no alarm bursting into my dreams and jump-starting my day.
I opened the blind so I could see what the weather had in store. The sky was dull grey with a tiny flash … read more
I wrote last month about the sickly state of my geranium. I’d almost given up hope that it would survive from the blight that killed its neighbour, the pepper plant.
But almost a month on, there’s reason for optimism. The … read more
A panel of seven judges from the highest court in the land is currently considering an issue that matters to me deeply. The judges of the Supreme Court are hearing Doug Paulley’s long-running case against his local bus company. This … read more
I’m lying in bed looking out in the direction of the lamp-post I can see from my window. But tonight my tics’ attention stopped short of “the wonky-orange-bobble-head” and focused instead on my windowsill:
“Walrus, your bottom is smoother than … read more
We’re back at Battersea Arts Centre for another week, but not with Backstage In Biscuit Land. This time we’re here to work on the very early stages of a new project.
We’re in a room that I’ve not been … read more
Something shocking has occurred.
My geranium is very ill – it may even be dying.
This has happened completely unexpectedly. A week ago both the geranium and the pepper plant that sits next to it were thriving.
Then they suddenly … read more
A couple of nights ago I got a text from my best mate Laura that made me feel hopeful for the world – even though there’s so much to feel miserable about.
With her permission here’s Laura’s text about a … read more
I recently got a message that intrigued, excited, and impressed me. It was from Mike, the father of a boy called Oliver. Mike shared a letter Oliver had written to the parents and carers of his schoolmates.
I thought it … read more