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An Otter Saves The Day
My possessions have quite a hard life. My tics mean that my things get dropped, thrown, bitten and squished much more often than other people’s. This means I seek out robust tic-proof items wherever possible.
Take my smart phone for instance – I’ve had one for many years, and right from the start I realised it was going to need some heavy-duty protection.…
I Love You Mr Otter Limited Edition Print
The Lottery of Birth
A couple of weeks ago I wrote about going to watch a film in public for the first time in years. That time it was in the back room of a pub with about thirty other people. Tonight I scaled up a bit and watched an amazing documentary at SOAS, along with about a hundred others.…
“Mr Otter Says Hi”
The Mr Otter saga continues. This evening I announced:
“I fucked a biscuit, Mr Otter died of jealousy.”
The Mr Otter Affair
Poppy and Leftwing Idiot came by earlier to pick up something from the lair:
Poppy: What are you going to do this afternoon?
TH: Some drawing, read the paper, have sex with an otter.
Leftwing Idiot: OK, when’s that happening?
TH: I’m going to wake him up.…
No Time To Die
The current Government won the election and took office on the 5th July. On the same day, the new Health Secretary declared the NHS to be ‘broken’. He said it faced the biggest crisis in its history and could not be fixed overnight.…
There’s Something About Alan
Tourettes is a surreal condition to live with – anything can become a tic, including stuff I’m not even conscious of knowing. For example, I had no idea that Keith Duffy is allergic to peanuts or what a marmoset is until my tics started talking about them.…
Dalí to DALLE - Dr Will Renel
We’ve been interested in technology focused research and practice for a long time. In 2013, Touretteshero collaborated with Dr Tom Mitchell and Dr Joseph Hyde on The Alchemy of Chaos which converted a year of ticcing episodes into music that was presented at a TEDx talk at the Royal Albert Hall.…
Triumphant Tuesday
Joyce waved me goodbye at the back gate, wearing her colourful apron and a massive grin. She watched me until I’d turned the corner and I waved back just before I vanished out of her sight.
It was a crisp autumn night and the sun had set an hour before as I made my way carefully through the leaves, and through the pedestrians making their way home.…