By the power of gypsie horse

You’re Biscuit Till I Die

Aim Your Dog at the Moon

This new tic is causing some alarm. Though I don’t need any, I keep shouting, “Help” in a high-pitched voice. Fortunately my friends and family are fairly good at telling the difference between the tic and a real emergency.

Help!

But it does make Leftwing Idiot a bit nervous when we’re out and about, especially when he’s holding on to me, helping me walk.…

Leftwing Idiot isn’t a fan of my new ‘Ipswich’ tic. He’s not a fan of the place either. I’ve never been there so I can’t comment.

Ipswich

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’s had his bathroom re-done, and as a result it’s emptier and more echoey than it was before.

Every time I use it now I tic:

“Help, I’m stuck down a well.”

I’m Stuck Down A Well!

Most of my tics sound identical each time I say them but my, “Biscuit” tic is proving an exception, with two very different pronunciations.

Biscuit Vs Bis-cuit

The first is the whole word spoken quickly, with the emphasis on the first syllable.…

A while ago I wrote about going to Acton to do some recording with Alex Newman. We had a conversation that was led by my tics. This resulted in some strange and unpredictable stories. Leftwing Idiot has edited this audio and today I uploaded it to SoundCloud.…

For the last couple of weeks I’ve been singing my, “I’m a baby” song. The full lyrics are:

“I’m a baby,
You’re a baby,
Poke a baby,
Bank a baby.”

This has been amusing many of my friends, particularly Leftwing Idiot who sings along.…