We’ve been in East London for the last couple of days working on #BIBL with the amazing Graeae Theatre Company, and it’s been incredibly useful.

When we went out for lunch we noticed the increasing number of shops that do or sell more than one thing.…

I came back from a well-earned trip to the pub this evening – it was dark already so all the all the streetlights were on. I was chatting to the lamp-posts sporadically as I often do, saying goodnight by touching each of them as I went by.…

Last night I celebrated my birthday with loads of friends. I had a great night with lovely people, and was given loads of wonderful gifts. I’ve written before about the big struggle I have with giving gifts, and how I find it almost impossible to avoid blurting out what I’ve got someone well before the event.…

In a few moments I’m off to join a big ‘Anti Austerity’ demonstration organised by The People’s Assembly – I’ll fill you in when I get back. But first, here’s a musical interlude.

Earlier this morning, when I was getting ready for the day, my tics sprang into action with this little song:

“Your mum is just a sheep dog,
Your mum is just a bear,
Floating on the majesty of
Donald Trump’s hair.”…

After months of travelling, Fran’s finally back in the UK, and I’m delighted that she’s started doing some support work for me again. This afternoon we were out in Peckham when a big group of teenage boys on bikes came haring along the road.…

Out of the blue this evening, just as I was getting ready for bed, my tics started playing a new game with the Cartoon Star finger puppet I bought a few weeks ago.

It started with the following announcement:

“Cartoon Star, your specialist subject is patterns made by lightning on the Downs of Wiltshire.”…

Poppy and I went swimming last night. Poppy got out first to get my wheelchair. I followed her, pushing myself up onto the side, and I impressed myself with my skill at doing this – but it didn’t last. Just as I was congratulating myself on my gymnast-like grace I realised I was heading straight back into the water.…

Leftwing Idiot and I were on our way back from lunch at work yesterday when I did something that made him laugh out loud.

I was happily propelling myself along with him walking to my left when all of a sudden I veered off, making a sharp right turn – straight into a holly bush.…

A couple of weeks ago I wrote an open letter to the Pig Fairy complaining about delays in the supply of Piggies. Well she, or he, has replied and I feel embarrassed by my impatience. Here’s our correspondence, re-produced with the Pig Fairy’s permission.…

This evening Olive and I were watching a programme about the Georgian era. My tics were immediately inspired and suggested some of their own interesting epochs:

“The Dog era.”
“The Cat era.”
“The Basingstoke era.”
“The David Blaine era.”
“The Bear era.”…