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
I’m not very well today, but acknowledging that, and saying I’m ill, is something I find hard to do.
I’m used to identifying as ‘disabled’ within the context of the Social Model. To me, saying I’m a Disabled Person … 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
For over a decade Mencap have run Changing Places, an amazing campaign to improve toilet provision for disabled people across the UK.
Changing Places toilets are loos that meet a specific set of criteria – they are much bigger … read more
My body was heavy with tiredness when I woke this morning after an intense week in Edinburgh for the Fringe. It was nice to wake up in my own bed though, and to see Joyce, who helped me get … read more
So Teresa May has announced a general election on 8th June!
Innes, my support worker, announced this on the bus half an hour ago as we were on our way back from a hospital appointment.
The news surprised, confused, excited, … 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
We arrived in Sydney last night after travelling for more than twenty-four hours. But before heading to the hotel there was one thing we needed to do – drop off all our props bags at the Opera House, where we’ll … 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
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