I drifted awake to find our tent warm from the early morning sun. After I’d got myself together Fat Sister and I went in search of some breakfast. When we’d eaten we headed to where Leftwing Idiot and Poppy are camped.…

My friend Chiv’s been staying with me for a few days. He’s a musician and each evening he’s been practicing the trumpet, the guitar and singing, filling the castle with amazing music.

Last night as we were winding down for the evening he sang an old R&B song by Amos Milburn.…

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.…

I went to the Post Office in Peckham with Bunny earlier. As we trudged back through the rain, my Tourettes lifted our spirits with some rousing versions of William Blake’s famous poem, ‘Jerusalem.’ It was fun to start with, but two hours later when we were home and dry they were still coming strong.…

A couple of weeks ago I wrote about how – unusually during a ‘ticcing fit’ – I’d had a sudden and sustained burst of vocal tics. Bunny wrote most of them down but she couldn’t catch them all, so I decided that if I had another outburst like that I’d try and record them.…

I was in an exceptionally cheerful mood when I woke up this morning. I washed and dressed and did a bit of work at the kitchen table, singing tics all the time. Ticced songs are nothing new and I’ve written about them before.…

The van I slept in has no windows so when I woke up in this morning I had no idea what sort of day it was. I sent Leftwing Idiot a text to say I was awake and he came to help me get up.…

I’ve already written about my recent flurry of sung tics. Most of the time I pay little attention to the constant noises I make, but every now and again I say something that really makes me smile, and even feel pleased to have said it.…

I’ve described before how tics sometimes come out to a particular tune. The last few days have been full of ticced songs that arrive out of the blue. Here’s a selection of lyrics from the latest batch:

To the Blackadder theme:

“You’re Blackpool, you’re Blackpool, your good times have now gone.”…

Leftwing Idiot had been doing some DIY this morning and he’d left a saw on the table. I started ticcing, “I know where the saw is” to the tune of I Came, I Saw, I Conga’d.

I asked him to put the saw out of reach, but my tic kept on going and it didn’t stop even when he’d hidden it completely.