“Care Bears the Movie 10.”

Thankfully, this film doesn’t exist, but it made me wonder which film has the most sequels. Any ideas?

In Camden earlier a passing man shouted:

“Tourettes! You have Tourettes! Good luck.”

This evening a colleague and I took a group of six young people we work with to an event at the local Town Hall. As we walked there I warned them that other adults or young people who didn’t know me might look at me or laugh because of the noises I make.…

When I’m out and about on my own, strangers tend to react differently to me from when I’m with friends, but this is not because of any change in me or my tics. When the unusual noises and movements I make are interspersed with clearly normal conversations, other people are less likely to be afraid of me because they can see and hear that I’m not mad and that I’ll know if they’re laughing or talking about me.…

“Think of a number between 4 and 10.”

“Divide it by 10.”

“Rape it up the wall.”

“A Spanish dog on a horse’s leg…”

“…I could get you that for a fiver.”

This afternoon Leftwing Idiot and I played the “Car Game.” This involves me identifying the make of passing and parked cars as fast as I can from their badges. This is perhaps not a game most people would engage in after the age of eleven.…

“I’m a stone masquerading as a person.”

Maybe I could be a spy after all.

I’m going to share thirty minutes of my day through the reactions I’ve encountered along the way.

3.00pm: I popped to the shops during my lunch break to pick up some plasters to protect the my knuckles from the wear and tear they’re currently suffering from the tic that means that I bang my chest.…

“God’s washing your mum’s hair.”