This is a post I need to write but you might not need to read – I’m going to discuss some of the complicated, distressing parts of having Tourettes, and if reading it feels too much at any point please stop or take a break.…

We’re currently in New York having just completed a two-week run of ‘Not I’, which was part of Under The Radar Festival. We’ve been brilliantly hosted by BRIC in Brooklyn and together we’ve welcomed incredibly warm, thoughtful, full houses every night.…

We’re on the eve of a big anniversary, but for me the end of this decade has special significance. Ten years ago, Touretteshero was born, since then everything’s changed, and I’ve become a radically different person. As the clock struck midnight on 31 December 2009, that incredible transformation was well under way.…

Yesterday I shared a festive drawing that I’d just completed on my iPad. As well as creating that drawing, I’ve also been using my iPad to make some Biscuit-Land-themed fonts.

One of my new fonts has a theme very close to my heart: lamp-posts.…

What a whirlwind the last few months have been both here in Biscuit Land and in the wider world! Over the last few days we’ve all been slowing down and unwinding ready for Christmas, and this is the first proper break I’ve had since I went to Spain with Chopin back in June.…

Back in 2015 Leftwing Idiot and I wrote a short relay play called Light Of My Life about the strange relationship I have with the lamp-post I can see from my bedroom window.

We mixed tics with chosen language without identifying which was which.…

As a child growing up in 80s London, I remember power cuts being a fairly regular occurrence. There was something scary but exciting about them, and I always knew where the candles were, just in case.

In my adult life they’ve been less frequent, and I definitely don’t have any candles on hand.…

I’ve been working in Belgium this week. When I got back to the hotel this evening after a busy day I glanced at my personal emails, and I saw one that totally threw me.

It was from the care agency I use for my essential and personal care requirements, saying:

“There are some updates in relation to the allocation of your weekend care.…

When Monkey the cat first moved in he was understandably a bit nervous of my wheelchair, so much so that I teased Chopin about having an ableist cat. Since then he’s got used to the chair and in fact he’s thoroughly embraced disability culture.…

Monkey the cat seems to be well and truly settled in. When he first arrived he was wary of my wheelchair. This is quite sensible really, and in stark contrast to my experience with dogs who often seem completely unaware of the potential harm my wheels might cause them.…