It’s 6am, early morning light is creeping in under my pale blue blind, and through the gap I get a glimpse of the garden outside.
I know the lamp-post’s out there too, but it went off about an hour ago … read more
I’ve had many interesting and unexpected emails land in my inbox over the last seven years, including some from people and organisations I’d never have dreamed would get in touch, like Russell Howard or the Sydney Opera House.
But … read more
Yesterday I wrote about the tears I shed on my journey to work.
Tonight on my way home, things couldn’t have felt more different. I felt energized, happy and steady in a way that I can’t put into words.
And … read more
For a few minutes I lay on my back, studying a small corner of sky that the van’s floppy thermal blind had revealed. It wasn’t giving much away, just a steady non-committal grey.
The noises outside were more revealing: no … 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
In the words of the bold, forthright, witty, Crip activist Stella Young:
“We’ve been sold a lie that disability is a bad thing… and to live with disability makes you exceptional, it’s not a bad thing and it doesn’t … read more
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
As soon as I woke this morning I said “Good morning, December”, quickly followed by “You’re the travelator to Christmas.”
November’s only been gone for a few hours, but there’s no doubt that things are getting festive. Across the land … read more
Last Saturday I had a nightmare in which I dreamt that my body was rigid and my skin was burning. I woke with a start, unable to move because of a ‘ticcing fit’, with a strange prickling sensation … read more
Earlier this week I found myself sitting on an armchair made of newspapers, being shunted onto a stage to meet comedian Russell Howard.
This might sound like a weird dream, or one of my tics, but actually it’s entirely true. … read more