The first time it occurred to me that something was wrong was when I went dancing with my wife. A year later I had my Parkinson’s diagnosis. What happened next?
The “Parky” Paradox: It’s My Diagnosis and I’ll Cry if I Want To
Is 'Parky' a friendly shorthand or a trivializing trap? I found myself caught in a cordial social media crossfire over how we label this disease. As a bit of an 'Indecisive Dave,' I’m weighing up the gravity of the condition against the power of a nickname. Join the debate on what’s in a name.
Despots, Dopamine, and the New Normal
What spurred me on to rejoin the world of social media after years of silence? It wasn't Brexit or Liverpool winning the title—it was the realization that my 'new normal' wasn't going anywhere. From 3 a.m. thoughts on global despots to the reality of a life-changing diagnosis, here is why I’m finally getting on with it.
Balls to Parkinson’s 