I went into the post office this morning and as I approached the counter I shouted,

“Hands up!”

Fortunately I’m a regular customer so this didn’t result in any panic buttons being pressed.

While I was out this evening a young man started to mimic the noises I was making. Bizarrely, he was so good at it that to begin with I was unsure whether it was me or not.

Once I’d worked it out I explained to the man that I had Tourettes.…

I’m still hitting myself in the face quite a lot and as a result I’ve found that there’s a part of my cheek that – when hit – makes my eye twitch.

I was looking at Twitter this evening and came across this tweet from three days ago:

“Managed not to laugh at the Tourettes woman on the tube who mentioned: squirrel, batman, squirrel humper, piss and Basic Instinct.”

There’s little doubt that the woman in question was me.…

I must have fallen asleep with the TV on last night because I woke up this morning to a group of cheery people blaring out a hymn.

However hard I listened to the lyrics, all I could hear was, “Emailing my everlasting God.”…

I felt much better this morning, and this afternoon I went swimming with Harry. Harry’s a friend of ours who lives nearby with her boyfriend Ollie.

“Ollie has hair.”

It’s been baking hot in London so we went straight to Hampstead Swimming Ponds, complete with ducks, geese and moorhens.…

It’s 1:00am and I’m writing this in bed on my phone. It’s a struggle to write because I’m moving so much. I’m exhausted, can’t sleep because I keep making a loud howling noise, and my body’s contorting all over the place.…

One side effect of drinking last night is that I lost one of my padded gloves. Fortunately it wasn’t one of the nice ones donated by the boxing community but one I wear every day. It was falling apart anyway and starting to smell unpleasant, but it protected all the crucial bits of my hand while still being fairly discreet.…

I met up with Fertile Man (the designer responsible for the Touretteshero logo) this evening, as he was in town for work. We talked about the logo for a while and then spent considerably longer getting drunk in a park. Tonight’s tic contribution is:

“Gale force wank.”…

The title says it all. I’ve started saying “Da-da!” like a crap magician from the 1970s