It’s Sunday evening, the end of a long and difficult week. But rather than feeling gloomy I feel hopeful, rescued by an incredible piece of theatre and a slice of my own advice.

The week kicked off with a hospital appointment I’d been anticipating ever since an MRI scan of my spine back in July showed some potential problems.…

My neuro urology appointment (a specialism within medicine that looks after how the bladder and brain work together) got off to a very wet start this morning. But the liquid being spilt wasn’t wee, it was tears.

I’ve been having increasing issues with my bladder over the last year or so and they’ve been having a really disruptive effect on my sleep.…

Earlier today Leftwing Idiot took me to one side to talk about some touring plans that look likely to fall through. They relate to us taking our latest show, ‘Not I’, to the US at the start of next year, 2019.…

I often feel lucky that my tics are obvious. They go everywhere I go and are often the first thing people notice about me. The up-side of this is that I don’t ever really have to think about when to tell people about them.…

I’m exhausted. Deeply, unrelentingly tired. But I’m also buzzing with joy, my brain awash with powerful, colourful memories of celebration and solidarity from the last few days of Brewing In Battersea.

Over two days and one night we mixed things up in Battersea Arts Centre’s Grand Hall.…

A few weeks ago I had an MRI scan of my back that identified a couple of issues. I then went on holiday, and last weekend was dominated by my birthday celebrations. During this time the scan and the changes it apparently showed in my spinal cord have been floating about in my mind, occasionally surfacing in conversations or in my own reflections.…

I woke just now with a start and a sharp intake of breath. After a moment or two I began the urgent shuffle onto my commode to let my wee slowly find its way out. But I started thinking about what I was going to write in this post before my bum even hit the padded, plastic seat.…

So, I knew we’d made a documentary. I’d put the very first budget together, been involved in choosing the team, chatted to camera several times and watched a number of different edits, providing detailed comments about each one. But it still felt very unreal when I saw our film listed on my TV guide.…

In November 2015, when a woman in a derelict building in west London started a countdown, my heart raced – as I’m sure a print-out from my pacemaker would testify. Kirsty Wark had just emerged from round a corner after finishing her very professional intro to the next piece of live theatre to air on BBC Four as part of Live from Television Centre.…

Twenty years ago Tracey Emin made her iconic work ‘My Bed’.

It’s also twenty years since I swapped my childhood single bed for a double bed.

As I wrote back in February I’ve just gone back to a using a single bed in order to have one that’s adjustable to help me manage my pain.…