During yet another ‘ticcing fit’ earlier, my arms contorted and my hands locked into a fixed position that happened to be over my tits so it looked and felt as if I was touching myself up. This made me and Leftwing Idiot laugh.…

Several years ago I worked with a woman whose son was an aspiring young rapper. Time passed and the young man in question became Giggs, one of the most controversial rappers in the UK.

He’s probably best known for his 2008 track Talkin’ Da Ardest,

I’ve heard this a lot on and off since then, but never with the lyrics I ticced tonight:

“If you’re talking the hardest
Just fuck a Golf in a bin with a Lada.…

Poppy and I went to the shops earlier with me in my wheelchair and I kept ticcing very loudly: “I’m being punished for being a sinner!” and “I have an evil spirit inside me!”

I’ve no idea why these tics suddenly surfaced but I do know from previous experience that this is exactly what some people think when they see and hear me.…

A few weeks ago I mentioned that my long-standing biscuit tic was becoming increasingly rare. It hasn’t gone completely but I’m saying it a lot less than I did. Instead I’ve been ticcing a lot about “Sheep”, “Women” and the strange Tourettes invention, “Win-Bin”.…

This evening Leftwing Idiot was asking me if I knew someone called Nick who might or might not have been a friend of a friend. When he failed to remember Nick’s last name with any certainty, Tourettes stepped in and sang one possible but unlikely alternative:

“Casablanca Sheep Dog Fairytale.”…

When I lost my wooden model meerkat a couple of years ago I was sad, but it was probably a good thing as I’d started using it as a weapon to poke myself in the head with.

Last night another of my collection of wooden animals became a weapon.…

Last summer my tics suddenly took against Leftwing Idiot’s geranium for no apparent reason.

This season they have a different target and my night time routine goes something like this:

Brush my teeth, take my melatonin, get into bed, start verbally abusing the lamp-post:

“Lamp-post, stop glowing ostentatiously.”…

Yesterday I talked about my epic cry. This evening I laughed as I ticced about yesterday’s troubles, not mine though. Leftwing Idiot and Poppy were having a dance in the kitchen and I spontaneously accompanied them with a Tourettes version of a well-known song:

“Yesterday, all the shits in Bournemouth said hello to you.”…

This morning while Fran was helping me get ready for work I started ticcing about the skills my support workers have to have. It began to sound like a very unusual job description.

My support worker needs to:

“Run around the room with sheep.”…

Living with Poppy has brought a lot of sparkle into my life, mainly because she’s so lovely but also because of her huge collections of sequins. Poppy’s a costume designer and a big sequin lover. This has inevitably meant that the castle is constantly covered with a thin layer of sparkly plastic disks.…