Like all super villains and/or daft comedy characters, Theresa May has a catchphrase. It isn’t “Exterminate!” like the Daleks, although that would fit with her polices, and It certainly isn’t, “I have a cunning plan” like Baldrick in Blackadder.
Theresa’s … read more
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 was hanging out with Chopin all weekend and we had a lovely restful time – eating chocolate, watching films and pottering around the castle.
She arrived with a very exciting gift. It was a massively over-exciting gift in fact … read more
It’s Easter, typically a time of bunnies and chicks, but here at the castle a different animal is taking centre-stage – pigs!
It all started a couple of days ago over lunch at a local café with Leftwing Idiot and … 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
I screeched ‘Help, help, help’ uncontrollably. Innes, my overnight support worker, rushed through to my room and after assessing the situation for a moment, took out her mobile phone and began filming me!
After three minutes of squealing and flapping … read more
On Christmas day, after all the food had been eaten, the presents unwrapped, and with the festive telly murmuring away in the background, something magical happened: I found a pig sticker.
It was in the hall, tucked into a … read more
I’ve written many times about how Tourettes makes me rubbish at keeping secrets. I often give away what I’ve got people as gifts, and poker, I-spy, and hide-and-seek are not my strongest games.
This neurological pre-disposition can … read more
A couple of days ago I received a lovely message on Facebook that really made me smile.
A woman named Ali got in touch to tell me that she’d been teaching sign language to her three-year old son Caleb and … read more
A couple of days ago I wrote about how erratic pre-fit behaviour had led to me having my first ever ticcing fit in a sink.
Yesterday I proved that my ability to behave erratically isn’t limited just to ticcing fits. … read more