This afternoon I got a glimpse of what life would be like in a boy band.

It happened on my way to lunch with Bunny when I dropped to the ground with a ‘ticcing fit’ in a back road near my office.…

Dear Spine,

I really thought you’d matured and moved on from all this wriggling. That sort of carry on is so 2010 and I’m not impressed. I courteously request you stop sending painful pulsating sensations through my body.

I’m looking forward to your cooperation in this matter.…

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.…

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”.…

Since I started having ‘ticcing fits’ back in October I’ve been recording how many I’ve had each day and how long each one’s lasted. Every night I enter the numbers onto a spreadsheet. The other day Leftwing Idiot suggested it would be possible to generate some random lottery numbers from all that data and I really liked his idea.…

When I was sitting in Leftwing Idiot’s kitchen this afternoon while he prepared lunch I found myself absentmindedly counting the leaves on his geranium. It’s not unusual for me to start counting stuff like this when I have a spare moment.…

This afternoon I went over to the nature garden (one of three projects run by the organisation I work for) where I was greeted by a colleague who told me very excitedly that the frogs had arrived. This is brilliant news.…

It’s Leftwing Idiot’s turn to support me during the night tonight but because he’s not been very well for the last few days and still isn’t 100%, I’ve come to his flat for the night so at least he can stay in his own bed.…

The other day I wrote about the strange breathing I’ve been doing recently. I’ve been feeling short of breath, and having to breathe much more deeply than usual. To start with I tried to dismiss it as just another tic but this didn’t ring true.…

I wrote a couple of Sundays ago about increasing my efforts to prevent myself and my tics overreacting. So far this is going well, and although it’s not easy I’m doing much better at staying in control when I’m upset.

But there’s a dilemma about what my friends call ‘good overreacting’.…