Two years ago I wrote about “Fuck a sheep!” the phrase I started ticcing every time I heard a particular but very common phone message-alert tone.

Years later and I’m still shouting it every time I hear the tone, but now I’m definitely not alone.…

I had a very odd experience the other night when a dream and a ‘ticcing fit’ became intertwined. This has happened before but on this occasion it was particularly strange.

After the fit had finished I made a quick note on my phone about the dream and what had happened after I woke up.…

Autumn’s really here now. The trees are the colour of flames; the air feels cold when I wake up in the morning; helicopter seeds spin to the ground in flurries; soup’s back on the menu at the café near work. And I can no longer wear light colours.…

Leftwing Idiot, Will, Fran and I all travelled home from work yesterday in a cab. Leftwing Idiot was sitting in the front and half way through the journey, completely out of the blue, he said ‘Alan ate my falafel.’

We all laughed and Will asked him ‘Have you written that down?’…

The traditional way to start a new month is with a pinch and a punch. I certainly upheld the pinching part during a ‘ticcing fit’ I had earlier today. It was while I was in a meeting with Leftwing Idiot, Jolie, and Jess Mabel Jones (AKA Chopin) about BIBL.…

Will was supporting me on Saturday night for our final performance of Backstage in Biscuit Land at the Battersea Arts Centre (BAC). Afterwards he stayed at the castle to provide my overnight care and yesterday morning he told me about a dream he’d had.…

Yesterday was another packed day at the Southbank’s Unlimited Festival. I decided to sample Unlimited Voices, a series of panel discussions and debates on subjects relating to disability and art.

The talk I went to was called Talking Dirty: Disability and Desire.…

I had lunch with Bunny, Fran, Pete and a load of other people, sitting on the grass, bathed in sunshine, with the sound from the main stage of an incredible harp player drifting over hundreds of other people all having a lazy lunch too.…

The sun’s been out for most of the day and Shambala’s looking beautiful, with people in colourful costumes everywhere. I’m not doing a show today so I’m able to relax properly.

Captain Hotknives did have a show though, a solo set in the Wandering Word tent.…

At ten o’clock Fat Sister and King Russell arrived at the castle, soon followed by Bunny’s brother Pete. He’s one of my two main support workers at Shambala, with Eoin, the other half of the team, meeting us on site.

We had a tense time packing the small car with four people’s-worth of stuff, two tents and one all-terrain wheelchair.…