I want to start with an apology, and it’s to all sports fans: I’m sorry, I haven’t made a single mention of the World Cup since it started twenty-one days ago.

For everyone else, I’m sure you’ve been quite relieved that this blog hasn’t been bursting with loads of football-related comment.…

Last July I wrote a long letter to Nick Gorse, Dean of Camberwell College of Art, about how awful wheelchair access is at their main site. After a long wait I got a fairly disappointing reply, which said, basically, that because the building is so old not much can be done.…

I’ve been back at work after my epic weekend at Glastonbury. I arrived to the very sad news that the play building at our adventure playground was the victim of an arson attack at the end of last week. The fire’s done a huge amount of damage just weeks before summer playscheme, our busiest time of the year.…

Today was the last day of the Glastonbury Festival and it was gorgeous in every way – the weather, the company, the dancing, and all the laughter.

To start with I went to watch Leftwing Idiot perform as DJ Rubbish with his old friends Cassetteboy.…

I woke up to the sound of rain gently beating against our tent. This soon stopped and Worthy Farm was bathed in warm sunshine, but not before I’d had my shower. It was an accessible shower, closed on all sides for privacy but open on top, which meant I had the invigorating experience of having a hot shower in the rain.…

Yesterday’s journey to Glastonbury was smooth and trouble-free. Remarkably we were able to get through security and into the Festival itself despite my tics going into overdrive the moment we got to the entrance. There’s a list of things you’re not allowed to take on site, which includes:

Glass bottles
Animals
People without tickets
Drugs
Fireworks

As the security staff checked our car and asked if we had any of these banned items, my tics announced:

“We have a Springer Spaniel in the boot.”…

Being a superhero is a tiring job, particularly when part of your mission is writing about it every day. So I’ve decided to take a break for a few days while I’m at Glastonbury Festival!

That being said, I’m going to be doing six shows there with the incredible Captain Hotknives.…

Yesterday 50,000 people marched through central London carrying a peaceful but powerful message to the doors of the Houses of Parliament. Poppy and I were among them.

We were there with tens of thousands of other people in the shadow of this iconic building and listened as campaigners gave compelling speeches about this Government’s driving ideology and the impact of their savage austerity.…

In a few moments I’m off to join a big ‘Anti Austerity’ demonstration organised by The People’s Assembly – I’ll fill you in when I get back. But first, here’s a musical interlude.

Earlier this morning, when I was getting ready for the day, my tics sprang into action with this little song:

“Your mum is just a sheep dog,
Your mum is just a bear,
Floating on the majesty of
Donald Trump’s hair.”…

When I was eight I was diagnosed with dyslexia and dyspraxia, I was ticcing a bit then too, but they were mild, and it wasn’t until they intensified in my early twenties that I was diagnosed with Tourettes. I was a chaotic child but I was lucky to be (mostly) well supported throughout my education.…