After a glorious sleep I woke this morning in Melbourne, which I think is the farthest I can possibly be from the castle and my lamp-post. But my tics have made themselves completely at home immediately:
“Antennae, are you … read more
A couple of days ago I wrote about my tics’ reaction to the lettings board that had appeared outside my bedroom window.
Today some other arrivals caught their attention, but this time they greeted them as old friends.
“Welcome back … read more
It’s that magical time of year when several fields near Market Harborough become awash with colour, creativity, music, laughter and friendship. And I’ve got my fingers crossed that they won’t be awash with rain.
It’s Shambala Festival, one of … read more
Out of the blue yesterday my tics let fly with a load of unlikely gossip about daytime TV regular Lorraine Kelly.
Before I tell you any more, here’s the legal disclaimer:
‘The events described in these tics are fictitious. Any … read more
I mentioned last month that we’d been at Battersea Arts Centre for a week working on the very early stages of a new project. During our time there I spent a couple of days working with a voice coach. He … read more
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
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
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