I’ve just had a ‘ticcing fit’ on a train. Leftwing Idiot held my head and the feeling of my cheek pressed against his palm was reassuring so that despite the fit I could let my eyes take in the countryside whizzed past outside.…

I love swimming and I’m trying to go a couple of times per week. But for the last few months this has been difficult because for various reasons I’ve been short of support workers who can swim.

The very welcome return of Zoë, who’s been away in Nepal and Sheffield, has put this right and we’re now going together regularly.…

I’ve written about dreams quite a bit recently, and I wrote last month about a new Inclusive Technology Prize I’m helping to judge that’s looking for enabling innovations for disabled people. The other day these two things merged in a dream I had about coming up with new inventions to submit for the Prize.…

I imagine you’ve noticed that it’s autumn by now. As I’ve said a few times recently it’s a season I like, but there’s one element of it that I don’t enjoy – the bumps.

Bumpiness is probably not the most obvious characteristic of autumn for most people, but as a wheelchair user I definitely notice an upsurge in unexpected jolts.…

This November, vote for the tics you love and win a prize …

I wrote recently about two interesting conversations I’d had about my vocal tics. The first was about their dreamlike quality and the second about the process by which they come into existence.…