Until last night I’d never been frightened of aubergines. Now though, just hearing the word sends a shiver down my spine. So what’s changed?

Last night Poppy and I went out for dinner and on the way home I started having a ‘ticcing fit’.…

It’s unusual for me to be able to talk during a ‘ticcing fit’ let alone come out with any complex vocal tics. But on rare occasions a stream of elaborate tics on an apparently random subject will ensue.

Tonight at Leftwing Idiot’s I started to fit, and out of the blue I started ticcing about the importance of chutney in the lives of sheepdogs.…

I’ve described how my tics tend to overreact during tense or exciting moments in films. While this is often funny it does make for quite a hair-raising experience for whoever’s watching with me.

This evening Poppy and I watched a particularly gripping episode of period costume drama, Downton Abbey.…

It’s been four months since Welcome to Biscuit Land was published and one of the best things about it’s been all the amazing emails and messages I’ve received from people who’ve read it, are in the process of reading it, or desperately want to read it.…

I went to work on Saturday so I’ve got today off to make up for it, but because it’s Monday and everybody’s at work or busy, finding someone to support me has proved problematic, especially because I can’t afford to pay someone from an agency for a full day.…

At the beginning of the year Bunny, my friend and regular support worker, set off for Mexico and Columbia for six months. I think about her often and wonder how she’s getting on, particularly on the days she used to support me.…

A few weeks ago I wrote about the new Personal Independence Payment (PIP), the disability benefit that’s due to start replacing Disability Living Allowance (DLA) from April.

There are many big concerns about PIP, which appears to be being brought in with the main aim of cutting support completely for at least 500,000 disabled people and reducing the level of help for hundreds of thousands more.…

A few months ago I went to get measured for a new pair of super-strong orthotic boots that’ll help protect me from my ankle-turning tics.

I’ve already had several pairs of specially reinforced boots, but they’ve always been ordered ready-made from medical catalogues and they haven’t gone as high up my leg as I need.…