This afternoon my tics made me blush. They very rarely do this, but for a moment my face was hot with embarrassment.

Will and I were in the office along with Leftwing Idiot, and our colleague JP.

We were all working away when suddenly, in response to a question about the location of a specific spreadsheet, my tics announced that it could be found in Will’s mothers groin!…

I was chatting to my friend Laura on the phone this evening, sitting on my bed looking out of my window. A familiar flicker in the middle distance caught my eye, and my tics responded instantly

“Good evening lamp-post.”

I’ve been away from the castle for much of the summer and since I’ve got back I’ve been better at remembering to shut my blind at night.…

Yesterday was another packed day at the Southbank’s Unlimited Festival. I decided to sample Unlimited Voices, a series of panel discussions and debates on subjects relating to disability and art.

The talk I went to was called Talking Dirty: Disability and Desire.…

This afternoon I let out a gasp of frustration and shouted, ‘Arms, stop being dicks!’ Moments later I apologised to them, but they’re really behaving badly at the moment.

The other day I mentioned my new elbowing-things tic: walls, tables, doors, the bath, other people.…

This’ll be a quick post – I’m in the middle of packing for the Shambala Festival. We leave tomorrow and I’m really excited about being back at one of my favourite places.

If you’re heading there yourself, catch me on stage with Captain Hotknives at the Social Club, on Friday at 5.00pm and on Sunday at 5.15pm.…

We got home from Edinburgh yesterday afternoon, and today I went straight back to work. It’s the final week of the Summer Playscheme and all the projects were busy with children enjoying their break from school.

As I wheeled past the huge queue of people waiting to come in this morning I felt very happy to be back.…

A few days ago Chopin and I had a late-night rendezvous with two men, two puppets, and a camerawoman. We’d received a mysterious text from Henry, the puppeteer who created mini-Touretteshero who appears in Backstage In Biscuit Land.

Henry asked if we’d be up for being interviewed about our show by some puppets, in the back of a taxi.…

Up until I arrived in Edinburgh a week ago I’d seen only nine theatre shows, not just in the last month, or year, but in my whole life.

For a thirty-four-year-old theatre-lover and performer this probably doesn’t seem very impressive, but as someone with Tourettes, my access to live performance has often been difficult, and intensely emotional.…

Yesterday evening, after a day of practical tasks like food shopping, laundry, and tidying, followed by our amazing walk and a home-cooked dinner, I felt ready to head back into the Festival.

After a bit of flyering and a drink, Leftwing Idiot and I talked about which show to go to.…

Last night I celebrated my birthday with loads of friends. I had a great night with lovely people, and was given loads of wonderful gifts. I’ve written before about the big struggle I have with giving gifts, and how I find it almost impossible to avoid blurting out what I’ve got someone well before the event.…