At the start of a ‘ticcing fit’ I usually make a repetitive noise that sounds like the word, ‘How’.

At the weekend, while I was in Northern Ireland with the Backstage In Biscuit Land crew, I started having a fit. Chopin and Leftwing Idiot came to help me, but as well as keeping me safe they decided to sing songs that started with the word ‘how’.

TH: “How”
Chopin: “many roads must a man walk down, before you can call him a man?”

TH: “How”
Leftwing Idiot: “much is that doggie in the window?”

TH: “How”
Chopin: “deep is your love?”

I found this hilariously funny but you’d never have known it because I hadn’t got enough control of my face to laugh. All I could manage was an excited screeching noise.