Earlier on I had a trivial disagreement with Leftwing Idiot on the phone. The issue itself was minor.

I was frustrated by it, but not upset or angry. Nevertheless, at the end of the conversation I told him I was going to kill myself and that I’d be “Dead in the morning.”…

At 5:15am this morning my alarm went off and I wrenched myself awake. I felt a surge of excitement as I got myself together for the day. Bunny and Fran had both slept at the castle in preparation for our early start.…

I’ve spent the morning calling party shops to find out if they have a plastic pumpkin, a Christmas tree and a life size toy lamb…. Let me explain why.

As I’ve mentioned before, extracts from this blog are being turned into a book called ‘Welcome to Biscuit Land’, which will be out in October.…

It was a normal Friday afternoon. I was finishing my work and getting ready to head home when the silence was suddenly interrupted by my own voice. I was singing my own version of ABBA’s Dancing Queen at the top of my voice:

“Biscuit sheep, young and sweet, only seventy three.”…

I had an interesting conversation with a man on the bus last night. It happened on the way back from the theatre with Leftwing Idiot and Bunny.

I was safely in the wheelchair space when an elderly man got on and sat on the seat facing me.…

Last year I wrote about seeing Mark Thomas’s stunning show Extreme Rambling at the Tricycle Theatre. I also described how the theatre manager asked me to move at the interval because someone in the audience had complained about my tics.

I ended up watching the rest of Mark’s brilliant performance through a glass window in the production box at the side of the stage, in tears.…

It’s a bank holiday and I’d been having a leisurely, slow-paced day. But this afternoon Poppy, Leftwing Idiot and I watched a film and that was far from laid back.

It was Leftwing Idiot’s choice – a 1970’s disaster movie called the The Poseidon Adventure.…

The last couple of days away with Claire and Ruth have been very relaxing. The peace and fresh air of the countryside has meant we’ve all been sleeping soundly and now, well-rested, we’re about to head back to the city.

Rather unexpectedly, the subject of sleep also came up during a ‘ticcing fit’ this afternoon.…

It’s been a drizzly but happy day. I’m sitting on the sofa at Claire’s mum and dad’s house in Norfolk. Their dog Mollie is leaning against my legs, and Claire and Ruth are watching TV. I can’t think of a more relaxing place to be.…

This evening I was interviewed by Superman.

This exciting event took place at The Showroom Gallery in North West London as part of a series of talks by artists called the The Happy Hypocrite.

My costume-clad interviewer was in fact artist Nathaniel Pitt.…