When Will and I went to use a crossing near the Albert Memorial the other day we found it had the usual dropped kerb on one side of the very busy road, but on the opposite side, two steps up to the pavement!…

We have one last performance of Backstage In Biscuit Land in London this year, so if you haven’t seen it yet and want to before 2015, here’s your chance. It’s at Toynbee Studios on Saturday 6th December and details can be found here.…

I had a long and painful ‘ticcing fit’ the other day. Will was supporting me and showing a new support worker the ropes. When the fit had nearly finished Will said ‘Can you move your legs?’ Without thinking I said yes, reached out, and moved them with my hands.…

I was out having a drink with Poppy and Will last night when I had a ‘ticcing fit’. They both helped me and it was over quite quickly. But just before it ended, my tics started asking them how unpredictable I am.…

A few days ago Fran and I headed into town together. We were both in a cheerful, relaxed mood and chatted happily as we waited for the bus to come.

We saw it coming and stuck out our hands to signal to the driver.…

Late the other night I was having a ‘ticcing fit’ on my way back to the castle. My body was completely locked up and I couldn’t move – my eyes were open but all I could see was a small patch of cloudless night sky.…

I’ve written before about my occasionally strained relationship with autumn. I do love it, but sometimes in the past the season and I have got a bit too up close and personal, with me spending much of October and November picking leaves out of hair, twigs out of wheels, and washing muddy jumpers.…

Last night Will and I went to see Chris Thorpe’s acclaimed show Confirmation at the Battersea Arts Centre. It was amazing and very thought-provoking, and I urge you to go and see it if you can.

Besides the show there was something else exceptional about our evening – when we arrived, the cab driver took the idea of door-to-door service completely literally.…

Leftwing Idiot and I were in town together last week. As we approached some charity collectors he said “Get your cloak of invisibility ready.” This is how we jokingly refer to the fact that when I’m out and about I very rarely get asked for donations, given flyers, or offered the chance to change my telecoms company.…

For three years, from when I moved into the castle, I’ve been happily chatting to, advising and teasing the lamp-post I can see from my bedroom window. A year and a day ago I wrote a blog post reflecting on how reassuring I found it that I was still doing this.…