ParkyBoy goes on holiday

I lost my phone on arrival at Leeds train station. At first sight it may look unfair to blame ParkyBoy, but I interrogated him and he admitted to playing a small, but decisive role in the incident. But first some context.  Kerry and I had to be at Leeds train station at 2am, to get …

Feelin’ shaky

When an annoying collection of particular, individual Parkinson’s symptoms get together and gang up on me, I invariably think of Simon & Garfunkel’s beautiful ‘59th Street Bridge Song’.  “Feelin’ shaky” has become a common part of my language and a regular, but unpredictable, part of my life. And trust me, there’s nothing ‘groovy’ about the …