I’ve just come off stage after my first ever stand-up comedy gig. This is daunting enough for anyone at the best of times, but thanks to my tics I never know what I’m about to say next. There’s an element of Tourettes that’s saying the least appropriate thing in any situation – so because my mum and dad were in the audience, a lot of my set turned out to be about Fat Sister’s sex life.…

Thanks to Poppy at one end and Chopin at the other, Leftwing Idiot and I have made it safely to Edinburgh. Leaving a scorching London this morning we were very soon reminded that it’s much colder up north.

We’ve settled into the flat, our home for the next week or so, and we’ve been taking the opportunity to have a look around.…

Ruth was supporting me as usual last night, but she didn’t come alone – her niece, Shaniah, and nephews Adoni, Zackiah and Shiloh came too.

The first thing Shiloh asked was ‘Can we play in your wheelchair?’ This is a favourite activity and previous sleepovers have seen wheelchair dancing, wheelchair mazes, and wheelchairs loaded up with pigs.…

It’s just over four months since my gran died and today something arrived at the castle that made me think of her and that day again.

It’s a photograph by Ray Collins of a wave, suspended in motion so it looks like a mountain.…

I mentioned my search for a new support worker a couple of weeks ago. I’m looking for someone to help me at work on a full-time basis. Until now this has been done by a team of different people all working different days.…

This evening Harriet and I went to meet Leftwing Idiot, Fat Sister, King Russell and their friend Gareth in a bar near the Castle.

I’ve met Gareth loads of times, but it seems that one of my tics from our last encounter has had a big impact on him.…

The story of the geranium is now practically legend, but because I haven’t mentioned it for a while I thought I’d briefly re-cap.

Once upon a time, four years ago, a mysterious visitor named Annie The Wolf brought a tiny plant as a gift for Leftwing Idiot.…

Most mornings my support worker Ana helps me wash and get ready for work, but occasionally she’s not available Veronica steps in.

Veronica’s been supporting me on and off for almost four years and we know each other really well. I’ve written before about her playful approach to moisturising my ‘chicken knees’.…

King Russell has a longstanding obsession with zombies. He’s got zombie films, zombie books, zombie t-shirts and a regularly updated zombie plan.

This all makes me worry that if he sees one of my latest ‘ticcing fit’ moves he might think he’s got a zombie sister in law as well.…

This time last month I went to Glastonbury. I was there for four amazing days, but the time seemed to go really quickly. So when, just over 38 hours ago, I headed off to another festival – Camp Bestival – and because I was only going be there for a night and a day, I had low expectations of what I’d manage to fit in.…