Cherrypicked stories

Every few days I look at a topless photo of Germaine Greer. It is a common trait among autists to return to a favourite piece of music over and over...

… a haven, unconfined, giving rest of mind: beauty and utility, flowers or veg, cultivated or wild, fence or hedge – and for a child a place for...

Mumbai was unlike any place I’d ever seen - teeming with life, a cacophony of sounds, smells, and colours that hit you the moment you stepped off the...

Autists get into trouble. We don’t mean to, but we can be too honest, too abrupt, say the wrong thing, or, all too often for no reason whatever. From...

The idea of locating the Leviathan on my own had started out as a thrilling challenge, but reality has a way of sobering even the most stubborn...

Like some other Scottish places, this town abides, if not dilapidated, then resting like a lean to on its past. The sadness is in shadows that never...

Precious homeland of leafy green, leave emotions in darkest night, while bright eyed foxes play by moonlight and only the boldest would venture,...

Cohen claimed that all his lyrics were just poetry. He would write on anything that came to hand, sift through fragments later, pairing them up, piecing them together, one step up from Dada-ist Triztan Tzara's cut-ups, I suppose. Anyway, that's what i like to do, write bits and join them up later - or not.

Fashion is one of these super neurotypical (NT) skills that are seemingly picked up by magic. Other kids at school always knew what to wear, what was...