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.…
During yet another ‘ticcing fit’ earlier, my arms contorted and my hands locked into a fixed position that happened to be over my tits so it looked and felt as if I was touching myself up. This made me and Leftwing Idiot laugh.…
This evening along with Fran, Claire and Poppy I went to watch my friend Ruth perform. She’s a singer and along with five other people with Tourettes she showcased her talent at tonight’s event – Tourettes Live in London.
The show is part of a documentary which is being made about Ruth and the other young musicians.…
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.…
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.…
Accessible toilets always stink of shit.
I’ll let that settle for a moment.
In the mean time, you might have noticed that I’m referring to accessible toilets rather than disabled toilets. This isn’t just me being super PC, it’s a question of accuracy – a toilet can only be disabled if the flush is missing or something.…
Last summer my tics suddenly took against Leftwing Idiot’s geranium for no apparent reason.
This season they have a different target and my night time routine goes something like this:
Brush my teeth, take my melatonin, get into bed, start verbally abusing the lamp-post:
“Lamp-post, stop glowing ostentatiously.”…
Yesterday I talked about my epic cry. This evening I laughed as I ticced about yesterday’s troubles, not mine though. Leftwing Idiot and Poppy were having a dance in the kitchen and I spontaneously accompanied them with a Tourettes version of a well-known song:
“Yesterday, all the shits in Bournemouth said hello to you.”…
Yesterday evening I had an unusual conversation with Karl James. In 2001, Karl started the Dialogue Project and since then he’s had lots of interesting conversations with a wide variety of people on all sorts of subjects.
Talking to Karl was very different from the other interviews I’ve done recently because we had time to talk, and listen, to each other.…
Yesterday I described how excited I got walking in the wind. Today my tics decided that the work phone ringing was particularly thrilling.
Every time it rang I shouted, “Help!” and put my hands over my ears. Fortunately Fran, my support worker today, stayed calm and answered it for me when necessary.…
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