My colleague told me earlier that she’d been really tired the other day and as a result she’d been saying some pretty random stuff. One of the children we work with had said she sounded like me when I do my tics.…

I was at the pub earlier with a group of friends including a mate who’s been staying with Leftwing Idiot over the weekend – she and her fiancé are both born again Christians. My tics inadvertently set her up for an awkward moment:

TH: I love fish.…

I was excited to welcome a big group of friends to the go-karting track where I work this morning. Many of them have Tourettes and we’d never had the chance to meet up and race each other before.

All of us – children, parents, carers, and friends – have first-hand experience of living with Tourettes.…

It’s half term, and this afternoon at work I was sitting with a group of children making clay sculptures to go in the garden. We were talking about my tics because one of the children was new and hadn’t met me before.…

Most of my tics sound identical each time I say them but my, “Biscuit” tic is proving an exception, with two very different pronunciations.

Biscuit Vs Bis-cuit

The first is the whole word spoken quickly, with the emphasis on the first syllable.…

I went out to dinner tonight with Fat Sister, King Russell and some friends. I often worry when eating in restaurants because my tics sometimes make me spill or drop food.

Tonight I got really messy, but for once it had nothing to do with Tourettes.…

Earlier I watched Save the Green Planet with Leftwing Idiot and his mate Nez who’s staying for a few days. I was having a real battle with concentrating because I felt uncomfortable and couldn’t keep still. Many of my tics are accompanied by a strong internal sensation and tonight this was so overwhelming.…

Tourettes appears to be experimenting with symbols. Hearts, hashtags and percentages have all featured in recent tics. Here are a handful of symbolic examples:

“I ♥ cum.”

“#pickledonioncumbottle”

“I’m 40% more biscuity than sheep.”

“I ♥ robot legs.”

“#teacuptits”

“95% of biscuits are birds.”

As we tucked into our meal this evening I ticced, “Hello dinner, I’m going to fuck you up.”

And that’s exactly what I did. Delicious.

I’m not used to hearing unexpected noises in public that don’t come from me. This morning on my way to work I heard a lovely sound being made by a builder working nearby.

He was on some scaffolding, and he sang as he lowered a bucket.…