A year ago I wrote a blog post about the changing seasons and how my tics, addressing the large swaying, sea-like trees outside my bedroom window had helped me notice how the seasons were changing in a way… read more
I had a very odd experience the other night when a dream and a ‘ticcing fit’ became intertwined. This has happened before but on this occasion it was particularly strange.
After the fit had finished I made a… read more
As I mentioned in my post the other day there’s no doubt it’s now autumn, but for this post I’m scrolling back six months from October, to April – April 12th, to be precise. It’s a date that’s sharply etched… read more
Autumn’s really here now. The trees are the colour of flames; the air feels cold when I wake up in the morning; helicopter seeds spin to the ground in flurries; soup’s back on the menu at the café near work.… read more
Yesterday was ‘Bring Your Bear to Work Day’. I mentioned this to Will today and after he’d established that this was a fact and not a tic, our conversation went like this:
Will: So you took a bear… read more
On Monday I was at Channel 4 scripting the announcements for my continuity shift yesterday. Leftwing Idiot and I both had stuff to put in the post, so at lunchtime I asked where the… read more
This is just a quick post before I head off to work. This evening I’ll be back at Channel 4 doing more biscuity continuity announcements. I start at 7pm, so listen out for the links.
I’ve been doing continuity… read more
On Friday afternoon I sat in our sunny playground and cried. My colleagues were all busy doing their work in the office, but I couldn’t do mine – I was stuck on the phone to the Department of Work and… read more
Leftwing Idiot, Will, Fran and I all travelled home from work yesterday in a cab. Leftwing Idiot was sitting in the front and half way through the journey, completely out of the blue, he said ‘Alan ate my falafel.’
We… read more
Today is National Poetry Day, a day that aims to celebrate poetry and engage people with it. I enjoyed studying poetry at school but I didn’t think about it a great deal after that, at least not until my vocal… read more