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
For the first time in a long time I feel optimistic about a political event. A thoughtful, principled politician, who, as an MP, has worked tirelessly for social justice for over three decades, has just been announced as the new … read more
When I was about twenty my flatmate, Laura, read a book called ‘The Man Who Mistook His Wife For A Hat’ by neurologist and writer Dr Oliver Sacks. When she finished it she suggested I should … read more