At the launch party for my book ‘Welcome to Biscuit Land’ last month, just before I started my speech I ticced to the whole room, “Lets all go to Nando’s” to the tune of my old favourite I Came, I Saw, I Conga’d.…

A couple of years ago I wrote about the involuntary River Dance I used to do whenever Leftwing Idiot hummed a comedy jig. I’d forgotten about this, but it turned out this evening that he, and my body, hadn’t.

Bunny, Leftwing Idiot and I were hanging out at the castle.…

Following on from the phenomenal success of my ticced zodiac last month, I thought I’d turn my Tour-voyant hand to palm reading. Although I wasn’t able to attract a big crowd eager to have their fortunes told, I did convince Leftwing Idiot, King Russell and Mr Otter it was a good idea.…

On Thursday night I had a ‘ticcing fit’ just after 8:30pm, and I didn’t have another for the rest of the evening.

I woke up yesterday morning feeling unusually refreshed and Bunny, who’d done my night-time support, greeted me warmly saying, ‘Good sleeping!’…

Is it too early to start talking about Christmas? As ever, the advertising people want us to think about it earlier and earlier. I saw my first Christmas advert back in October

Tourettes means I don’t really have a choice – I’ve been talking about the festive season at inappropriate times for years.…

I feel much more settled than I did yesterday. I was back at work and had a large task to complete, which kept me busy all day and needed a lot of concentration. I was very satisfied when it was finished.…

I had high expectations for today. I don’t know why – most sensible people would’ve looked at what I had planned and known it was going to be tough. But I didn’t, so I wasn’t prepared when months of pent up anxiety smashed into me.…

I’ve started my Christmas shopping. In the past this has been tricky because my tics can’t keep secrets. This year I’m taking two new approaches, both of which should make buying presents less stressful.

The first is shopping online. This means I can get stuff whenever I like, so I don’t have to rope someone into going with me and I can avoid crowded, inaccessible shops.…

For no apparent reason I get very excited when I hear ‘R’s being rolled. This excitement hit record levels today when for the first time I rolled my own ‘R’. I overreacted in a huge way and hurled myself off the sofa before bouncing erratically on my knees, squealing with glee.…

I was coming to the end of a ‘ticcing fit’ earlier and had entered what my friends affectionately call the lying zone. This is the bit where I’ve regained my speech and because I want the fit to be completely over I keep saying, ‘It’s finished now,’ even though it clearly hasn’t.…