Airports can be fraught places for everyone. I find them particularly stressful, unsure if I’ll be able to get into my seat, go to the toilet, be shushed, ignored or dropped. They are, though, part of being … read more
I realised in the cab on the way back from Heathrow that there aren’t many flights that I’ve done without Leftwing Idiot. On most journeys I’ve had a dedicated support worker too, but Leftwing Idiot’s almost always been there … read more
I had a support gap this evening and wasn’t able to find anyone to come and stay with me overnight. Thankfully my brother-in-law King Russell stepped in. He was looking after Bean, while Fat Sister was out with friends … read more
Today is my seventh fitiversary. Seven years ago today I woke up experiencing an episode of intense back-to-back tics. They’d been happening on and off for a while but this intensification was impossible to ignore.
Since then I’ve spent … read more
Our last morning in Portland was a bright one. We enjoyed a relaxed start, packing slowly and getting ready for the long trip back to the UK. By mid-afternoon we were on the first leg of our journey, a short … read more
We’re off to the US tomorrow, first to New York to give a talk at BRIC in Brooklyn and then on to Portland to work with Boom Arts. I’m really excited to be heading back to North America.
Before … read more
I’ve been in Milton Keynes today for a meeting: Leftwing Idiot, Will, Lily and I travelled there by train. Even though it’s only a short journey I transferred out of my wheelchair and onto a seat to be a bit … read more
Warning: I’ve never provided a warning for this blog before, but today’s post contains explicit language and a description of an experience that some people might find distressing.
The bus pulled up. I saw a buggy in the wheelchair space… read more
Last night we opened our run of Backstage in Biscuit Land at the Birmingham Rep – as I rolled on stage I felt more excited than nervous. And while I was certainly pretty tense before our Broadcast from Biscuit Land… read more
When King Russell and I went to join Fat Sister to see in the New Year our journey got off to a bad start. We were waiting at the stop near the castle for the right bus, and I was … read more