Several years ago I worked with a woman whose son was an aspiring young rapper. Time passed and the young man in question became Giggs, one of the most controversial rappers in the UK.

He’s probably best known for his 2008 track Talkin’ Da Ardest,

I’ve heard this a lot on and off since then, but never with the lyrics I ticced tonight:

“If you’re talking the hardest
Just fuck a Golf in a bin with a Lada.…

I’ve had a lovely day. After a drizzly start it turned into a bright Saturday and the playground I help run was awash with early spring sunshine – and with children.

I was at work today, but I wasn’t working. My support arrangements had come unstuck at short notice, which meant there wasn’t anyone around to be with me at home, so I went in with Leftwing Idiot.…

A few weeks ago I ordered a Radar key. This is a universal key that opens over 9000 of the UK’s public accessible toilets. Radar locks help ensure these toilets are kept in good condition by only letting in those who genuinely need to use them and stopping non-disabled people using them for a sneaky, private poo.…

Poppy and I went to the shops earlier with me in my wheelchair and I kept ticcing very loudly: “I’m being punished for being a sinner!” and “I have an evil spirit inside me!”

I’ve no idea why these tics suddenly surfaced but I do know from previous experience that this is exactly what some people think when they see and hear me.…

Today is Rare Disease Day, an international day that aims to increase awareness of conditions that affect relatively small numbers of people. People with many different rare conditions have posted their experiences and stories online to help promote understanding both of the many different conditions – there are over six thousand of them – and of the additional challenges facing people with rarely seen diseases.…

A few weeks ago I mentioned that my long-standing biscuit tic was becoming increasingly rare. It hasn’t gone completely but I’m saying it a lot less than I did. Instead I’ve been ticcing a lot about “Sheep”, “Women” and the strange Tourettes invention, “Win-Bin”.…

Since I started having ‘ticcing fits’ back in October I’ve been recording how many I’ve had each day and how long each one’s lasted. Every night I enter the numbers onto a spreadsheet. The other day Leftwing Idiot suggested it would be possible to generate some random lottery numbers from all that data and I really liked his idea.…

When I was sitting in Leftwing Idiot’s kitchen this afternoon while he prepared lunch I found myself absentmindedly counting the leaves on his geranium. It’s not unusual for me to start counting stuff like this when I have a spare moment.…

Last year as my mobility deteriorated I described watching a lovely day drift past and how sad I felt at not being able to go out and enjoy it. It was particularly upsetting because I knew it was a situation that was likely to repeat itself again and again if I stayed living where I was.…

A few days ago I wrote about how my support arrangements had to change at short notice because so many of my friends and support workers were ill. Today there’s been another last minute change, but this time it’s because I’m not well myself.…