This morning I went for a late breakfast with Fat Sister, Innes and Laura. This was no ordinary brunch though – it was the first official meeting of Fat Sister’s ‘Femdem Birthing Crew’.

Fat Sister’s eight months pregnant, so for the first time in years her ticced name has some basis in fact.…

When I was about seven I was taken on a school trip to the Tate Gallery in London. I have a clear memory of being led up a spiral staircase and sitting with my classmates on the floor of large, light studio.…

Chopin and I are currently on a plane somewhere over Iraq. I just looked over at her and she was slowly stretching out her right hand, making lots of unusual shapes.

I watched absentmindedly for a minute or so before my tics piped up:

“What are you doing, Dolphin?”…

If you’re a regular here, or even if you just drop by occasionally, chances are you’ll know I’m really into wheelchairs. I think they’re wonderful in all sorts of ways, but I have one on-going frustration – where do you put all your stuff when you’re using your chair?…

As you almost certainly already know, last year was marked, among other things, by an unprecedented number of celebrity deaths – something I touched on in my Christmas message last month.

I was hoping that this year would get off to a better start but I’ve just had some news from Leftwing Idiot that suggests we’re not in the clear yet.…

Happy New Year!

I can’t believe it’s 2017 already. It was on this day in 2010 that I first started writing this blog and I’d never have guessed I’d still be writing it seven years on.

I saw in the New Year in a lovely low-key way.…

In just a handful of hours 2016 will give way to 2017. It’s tricky to know how to write about a year that’s been full of upheaval the world over, and like many others I’m extremely apprehensive about what the year ahead holds for us all.…

On Christmas day, after all the food had been eaten, the presents unwrapped, and with the festive telly murmuring away in the background, something magical happened: I found a pig sticker.

It was in the hall, tucked into a nook.

Then I found another, and another.…

I’ve written many times about how Tourettes makes me rubbish at keeping secrets. I often give away what I’ve got people as gifts, and poker, I-spy, and hide-and-seek are not my strongest games.

This neurological pre-disposition can make the festive period unusually stressful.…

I woke up this morning and a chorus of Christmases started almost immediately:

“Merry Christmas, geranium.”
“Merry Christmas, festive zebra.”
“Merry Christmas, laser jet printer.”
“Merry Christmas, protective padding.”

Here at the castle I can hear Will and Lottie stirring next door.…