Back in December six young creatives with Tourettes came together for a weekend of thinking, talking and making at Battersea Arts Centre. Together with researcher Will Renel we explored the theme of sonic inclusion. I’m excited to announce that once again we’re teaming up with Will for another weekend of meeting and making, this time remixing Shakespeare’s Globe.…

My niece is now three months old and she’s an excellent being. I see her most days and my surreal ticced songs have become part of her bedtime routine. But for the last week we’ve been busy with previews of our new show ‘Not I’, so I haven’t seen her or Fat Sister for a few days.…

I lay next to my friend Lottie on a handmade quilt, under a majestic tree. Looking up we could see fairy lights entwined in its branches, and its jagged leaves were silhouetted against the dark, clear sky. The backs of tall London houses surrounded us, their solid brickwork broken only by the pools of warm light that spilt from their windows onto the deep green of the large communal garden.…

I remember the first time I ever used Twitter – it’s etched in my memory. It was almost eight years ago on a sunny weekend in July. I didn’t use it to share information – I used it to find some.…

When Teresa May called a snap general election just seven weeks ago I felt a flash of hope, followed by an overwhelming feeling of apprehension.

I desperately want to be part of a society that’s more socially just, where there aren’t massive discrepancies in life expectancy depending on where you live, and where millions of people aren’t forced to use food banks to survive.…

I woke up a few moments ago and pulled up my bedroom blind. The sun’s shining boldly through a cloudy sky. Just as I was drifting off to sleep last night my phone bleeped with people checking that I was alright after another brutal attack in London.…

I can’t remember how old I was when I first heard the term ‘special needs’ or when it was first used to describe me. It’s been a persistent presence throughout my life – from when it was used about me to its use in the professional settings in which I work.…

Fran pulled the covers tightly across my body. She sat next to me on the bed, her hand applying gentle pressure to my head. Exhausted, my body moved erratically, my forceful, regular and rhythmic vocal tics punctuating the quiet darkness of my room.…

Yesterday something incredible happened – Fat Sister’s bump became a baby.

I’m now the exceptionally proud aunty of a beautiful wiggly niece.

Fat Sister, King Russell and the little wiggle are all doing well.

As I held her in my arms for the first time, I looked down at her and ticced:

“You’re parents fucked to make you.”…

I was hanging out with Chopin all weekend and we had a lovely restful time – eating chocolate, watching films and pottering around the castle.

She arrived with a very exciting gift. It was a massively over-exciting gift in fact – the minute my hands touched it my tics went into overdrive!…