Last night Chopin and I performed a shortened version of our show Backstage In Biscuit Land as part of an event organised by The London Brain Project. They work with artists, neuroscientists, and the general public on collaborative projects that explore the brain through the arts.…

Two years ago I wrote about “Fuck a sheep!” the phrase I started ticcing every time I heard a particular but very common phone message-alert tone.

Years later and I’m still shouting it every time I hear the tone, but now I’m definitely not alone.…

Today NESTA, a charity dedicated to supporting ideas that can help improve lives, together with the Government’s Office for Disability Issues and Innovate UK, an organisation for funding, supporting and connecting innovative businesses, all joined forces to launch the Inclusive Technology Prize.…

As well as being a part-time superhero and working one day a week for Touretteshero, for four days a week I work as a project coordinator for a children’s organisation in London. My role covers three main areas:

1) Fundraising
2) Supporting volunteers
3) Developing new projects and services

I’ve worked there for four years and in that time I’ve:

1) Secured over half a million pounds in funding for the organisation
2) Supported over three hundred regular volunteers
3) Helped triple the services the organisation provides

I’m telling you this now not because I want to brag but to give you a sense of the work I do and because yet another Conservative minister has suggested that some disabled people are “not worth” the minimum wage.…

A year ago I wrote a blog post about the changing seasons and how my tics, addressing the large swaying, sea-like trees outside my bedroom window had helped me notice how the seasons were changing in a way I might otherwise have missed.…

I had a very odd experience the other night when a dream and a ‘ticcing fit’ became intertwined. This has happened before but on this occasion it was particularly strange.

After the fit had finished I made a quick note on my phone about the dream and what had happened after I woke up.…

As I mentioned in my post the other day there’s no doubt it’s now autumn, but for this post I’m scrolling back six months from October, to April – April 12th, to be precise. It’s a date that’s sharply etched on my memory, partly because something amazing happened on that day, and partly because it was a day for which we’d been preparing for a very long time

It was the day of ‘We Forgot The Lot’, when over three hundred people with and without Tourettes came together to take over and transform Tate Britain.…

Autumn’s really here now. The trees are the colour of flames; the air feels cold when I wake up in the morning; helicopter seeds spin to the ground in flurries; soup’s back on the menu at the café near work. And I can no longer wear light colours.…

Yesterday was ‘Bring Your Bear to Work Day’. I mentioned this to Will today and after he’d established that this was a fact and not a tic, our conversation went like this:

Will: So you took a bear to work, right?…

On Monday I was at Channel 4 scripting the announcements for my continuity shift yesterday. Leftwing Idiot and I both had stuff to put in the post, so at lunchtime I asked where the nearest Post Office was. One of my colleagues pointed us in the right direction but warned us that it was likely to be busy and chaotic.…