A couple of weeks ago Poppy chuckled at something on her computer and said, ‘You should get Jim’ll Paint It to do one of your tics.’ I hadn’t heard of Jim’ll Paint It so she showed me his Facebook page, and I was blown away.…

Last night just as I was going to bed I noticed that something in my living room wasn’t where it should have been. This didn’t surprise me, but it did bother me – one of my Piggies was missing.

Not many things in the castle feel like they have a ‘right’ place.…

Last weekend turned out to be exceptionally good for tic-inspired games. The other day I wrote about a Piggy-related guessing game. By Sunday evening, two more excellent games had spontaneously arrived.

I was hanging out with Leftwing Idiot and Poppy when I suddenly ticced “Let’s play ‘Imagine a tattoo on a historical plant’ and describe it without using vowels.”…

The other night Zoë and I were hanging out together at the castle. We had a film on in the background while we worked on our computers. All of a sudden my tics intensified and I clenched my fists, flapped my arms, and squealed shrilly.…

Leftwing Idiot and I were reminiscing earlier about a ticced song I used to sing on the subject of sheepdogs. Neither of us could remember the words, and unusually nor could my tics. Fortunately I’d written them down in this post.…

Last night Leftwing Idiot and I headed into town for a night of comedy at the Bloomsbury Theatre. Mixing Tourettes Syndrome and live performance can have unexpected and volatile results so I’m extremely careful in choosing what to go and see and where to go and see it.…

Even if you’ve only read a tiny bit of this blog, you’ll almost certainly know that my tics have a strange obsession with animals. Tics come and go, but there are always a handful of creatures that stick around, and get mentioned over and over again.…

Yesterday I wrote about my new “Hey” tic and how I was certain it wasn’t the kind horses eat. Now I’m not so sure – this evening my tics went all equestrian. Well almost – I started chatting to the clotheshorse that sits in the corner of my room.…

Leftwing Idiot called earlier and said, ‘I’ve got a present you’d like.’ This didn’t make sense for a moment but he explained ‘My dad gave me a present and as soon as I saw it I thought you should have it instead of me.’…

Leftwing Idiot’s been laughing on and off all afternoon. But it’s not my tics that are making him chuckle – it’s a collection of smart metal signs unearthed by some of the children.

They found them in an old box of Christmas decorations they’d got out to use for making cards with.…