Tics

Lamp-Post Eclipse

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

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Level With A Lamp-Post

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

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The Need for Knees

My knees have a tough life – I crawl about on them a lot, fall down on them often, and only very occasionally moisturise them. Given this ill treatment it’s surprising how rarely they complain.

Until today! This morning I … read more

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Baby G’s First Bloom

Proud parents often share photos of their adorable offspring achieving significant milestones.

Earlier today Leftwing Idiot sent me a photo of his beautiful baby geranium that’s just had its first flowers.

Baby GBaby G’s the first to grow from seed from … read more

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Moon Pool

This morning we arrived bright and early at the Skirball Cultural Centre, our LA venue, to load in our show. The space is amazing and we were made incredibly welcome straight away. By mid-afternoon we’d finished setting up so … read more

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Sun and Stars in LA

Yesterday we said goodbye to Rachel – a sad moment in a happy tour. Today we said goodbye to San Francisco and said hello to Los Angeles.

We arrived in the late afternoon and the place was bathed in Californian … read more

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My Blooming Garden

I woke up suddenly this morning with early morning sunlight pouring into my bedroom through a gap in the blind. I opened my eyes, and before I even had time to register the view my tics said:

“Good morning, yellow … read more

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Stand Up for Yourself

I woke up this morning with the gloomy feeling you get from having undertaken some sort of needlessly self-destructive activity – a potent mix of unhappiness and guilt. This was compounded by knowing that I’d been warned about the risks, … read more

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Pita Patter

It’s not every day that I arrange to meet someone I’ve never met before in our tour bus in a deserted car park in mid-Wales. But it’s not everyday that I’m at the Machynlleth Comedy Festival in Wales having being … read more

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Dancing Shadows

Lying in bed last night I was exceptionally tired but finding it hard to sleep because of my wriggly body. My blind was open a little and the orange light from the lamp-post outside was creeping in through the gap.… read more

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