As if his life wasn’t biscuity enough already, a couple of days ago Leftwing Idiot went and bought hundreds of them.

The reason for this? Tomorrow we’re having a party to celebrate the publication of my book Welcome to Biscuit Land.…

It’s time I addressed an awkward issue that tends to dominate most people’s understanding of Tourettes Syndrome – bad language. By this I don’t mean the swearing or personal insults that so many people think of as the key feature of Tourettes – what I mean is the language that’s used to describe the condition itself, and disability in general.…

Anyone who’s spent any time with Poppy when she’s reading a newspaper knows how much she enjoys reading out horoscopes to anyone who’ll listen. Yesterday was Leftwing Idiot’s turn and he was complaining about the quality of the prediction for him.…

Yesterday I wrote about my tics’ sudden obsession with the digital switchover and the floundering career prospects of the TV aerial I can see from my bedroom window. Today another big switchover occurred – I collected my new wheelchair and said goodbye to my old one.…

As I was going to sleep last night I found myself thinking about TV – not the TV interview I’d done that morning with Sky News, nor anything I’d seen on TV during the evening.

No, this would be far too logical.…

Live TV and Tourettes Syndrome don’t usually mix, so when the cab driver picked me up this morning to take me to the Sky Newsroom way out in West London, I was excited but a little more nervous than usual. I only found out yesterday that they wanted to interview me so the whole experience came as a bit of a surprise.…

I’ve talked before about how Tourettes manifests itself in my dreams and how I still tic when I’m dreaming.

Last night I had a dream that stood out, not because of what it was about, but because it was the first I can remember in which I was using a wheelchair and being helped by a support worker.…

Over the last few years as my tics have become increasingly obvious to other people, I’ve found myself on the receiving end of a lot of well-meaning advice about what I should do to help myself. Suggestions have ranged from taking various illegal substances to sniffing shoes, via experimental dentistry and acupuncture.…

A few weeks ago I got a tweet from Casey B saying:

‘Love the blog, and the whole TH package. It is a shame there is no audio of the lamppost tics. 🙂 Take care.’
@caseybcyberloss 16th September 2012

So the other evening, after successfully catching my most recent spontaneous musical outburst, Leftwing Idiot kept the recorder on so we could share this touching, if slightly one sided, conversation between myself and the lamp-post outside my window as I drifted off to sleep.…

I remember as a child discovering that my dad regularly listened to Radio 4’s Woman’s Hour. At the time I found this confusing and vaguely comical. He clearly wasn’t a woman, so why was he doing this? Of course, I realise now that you don’t have to be a woman to listen to the programme or enjoy hearing a female perspective on the world.…