Chik Duncan could wash for Scotland. In fact, in his time he has probably washed most of Scotland. And even some of England too.
Join Chik for an hour or so of stravaiging through some forty years of anecdotes and poyums and hear that OCD isn’t just about washing your hands and turning all your tins to face the same way.
Abandon Soap All Ye Who Enter Here.
About Chik Duncan
Chik grew up in Rutherglen and studied philosophy at Glasgow University.
Chik’s subsequent adventures have included an aggregate of two and a half years in three different psychiatric hospitals, four years living in a Tibetan Buddhist monastery in Eskdalemuir, two years in a therapeutic community as a volunteer co-worker, two post graduate qualifications, a wee bit of IT tutoring both in Community Education and at the University of Glasgow, and campaigning as a Media Volunteer with See Me Scotland, to end the stigma associated with mental illness.
He sometimes describes himself as a writer, a storyteller and a performer of poyums, but he can probably be summed up in eighteen of his own words thus:
I’m something-something years old, I’m a rebel without a scooby, but your kids and their grannies love me.
