I’ve made no secret of how geeky I’ve become about wheelchairs, so it won’t surprise you to know I’ve just had a new feature added to mine – not that many people will notice.
See if you can spot the difference.…
I’ve just had a ‘ticcing fit’ on a train. Leftwing Idiot held my head and the feeling of my cheek pressed against his palm was reassuring so that despite the fit I could let my eyes take in the countryside whizzed past outside.…
Last night Chopin and I performed a shortened version of our show Backstage In Biscuit Land as part of an event organised by The London Brain Project. They work with artists, neuroscientists, and the general public on collaborative projects that explore the brain through the arts.…
Two years ago I wrote about “Fuck a sheep!” the phrase I started ticcing every time I heard a particular but very common phone message-alert tone.
Years later and I’m still shouting it every time I hear the tone, but now I’m definitely not alone.…
I had a very odd experience the other night when a dream and a ‘ticcing fit’ became intertwined. This has happened before but on this occasion it was particularly strange.
After the fit had finished I made a quick note on my phone about the dream and what had happened after I woke up.…
The traditional way to start a new month is with a pinch and a punch. I certainly upheld the pinching part during a ‘ticcing fit’ I had earlier today. It was while I was in a meeting with Leftwing Idiot, Jolie, and Jess Mabel Jones (AKA Chopin) about BIBL.…
The ‘ticcing fit’ I had the other evening seemed pretty run-of-the-mill to start with until, much to Will’s amusement, I suddenly started going on about cells. This started simply enough:
“Terror cell, Duracell or carousel? Choose.”
Followed closely by:
“Cellphone, cellophane, sell a cat.”…
I woke up relaxed and happy after a laid-back weekend. Since July all my weekends have been packed full of performances, festivals or work. It’s been an amazing time, but having a proper weekend off has been lovely too.
Yesterday I hung out with Fat Sister.…
I know it’s not Saturday, but it was yesterday and my tics seemed aware of that when they chose to repurpose Whigfield’s 1994 classic ‘Saturday Night.’ The tune stayed the same but the lyrics were given a radical update.
“Saturday night and your dog is getting high,
With your mummy.…
A week ago I left the castle with my support worker and got on a bus into town. It was a warm Saturday morning so waiting at the stop was no hardship. It was a good job it wasn’t because three buses went by before one came along where the wheelchair space was free and we could get on.…
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