This afternoon Will and I went to our local Town Hall for a meeting.

We passed a member of staff in the corridor and I found myself making the following three statements:

“You need a hair cut.”
“I like your shoes.”…

A few weeks ago I wrote about a strange and repetitive version of Kumbaya my tics came up with. Well, they’ve been at it again, and this version’s a bit more – how can I way put it? – groiny!

Boing, boing, boing, my groin,
Boing, boing, boing.…

I was searching through the photos on my phone earlier looking for a particular image when I stumbled across something that made me squeal with excitement.

Last month I was in Liverpool with Chopin to perform Backstage In Biscuit Land. We had a bit of time before the performance so we went to look around the city.…

I love swimming and I try to go at least twice a week. Recently I’ve been going to a different pool because my nearest one is being refurbished.

The accessible changing facilities at the new pool are much fancier than the ones where I usually go.…

After last night’s fantastic final performance of Backstage in Biscuit Land that ended with a standing ovation, we’re now on our way back to the UK. We’ve had a wonderful time, the country’s beautiful and we’ve been made very welcome.

Sure, it took us a while to get used to Norwegian currency, the Krone, and to the cost of things – compared to the UK it’s very expensive!…

I’m back in London after a lovely weekend away in Cumbria with Will.

When we were travelling back yesterday I ticced, “Poems about sponges”

Will, knowing my tics would take the bait, said ‘Sponge Poem 1’, and the following strange stanzas rolled out:

TH: “Sponge, sponge glorious sponge
Dreaming of discos
While cleaning your bum.”…

I’ve mentioned that my tics love penguins in previous posts. They’re one of a random assortment of things that always make me over excited. Another is when people roll their R’s. Both inexplicably make my tics go bananas.

Just before heading to bed last night I ticced: “What noise do penguins make?”…

I was hanging out with Poppy earlier when I suddenly started having a ‘ticcing fit’ that, without any reason or warning, was abruptly gate-crashed by whales. Fortunately Poppy had the presence of mind to press record on her phone:

“Whale cocks make the panthers jealous.…

OK, so yesterday’s post wasn’t exactly “biscuit” accurate. In fact is was a straightforward April Fool, which I hope you all enjoyed. Most of the time my tics are one step ahead of me when it comes to pranks and false claims.…

I often talk about how much laughter my tics generate. But today was exceptional and saw Leftwing Idiot, Will, and me bent over in agony from too much cracking up.

We were on our way to lunch and Leftwing Idiot was singing a song he’d learnt from one of the children at work.…