Each day since the beginning of December I’ve posted a Christmas related tic as my festive outburst. In the last few weeks I’ve shared seasonal tips, poems and messages – all building up to today!

This morning I’ve just got one message for you – Happy Christmas!…

Tonight on his TV chat show Jonathan Ross described Jamie Oliver as being ‘Like Gordon Ramsey but without the Tourettes.’ I’m not particularly worked up by this comment but I do want to say once again, and as clearly as I can, why I don’t find jokes about Tourettes and swearing funny.…

Tonight the castle hosted a special party in honour of Brian. Many of my regular friends and support workers turned out in his honour – Leftwing Idiot, Poppy, Bunny, Fran, Claire, King Russell and Fat Sister. Brian however failed to show up.…

Yesterday was Fran’s birthday, or as my tics re-named it, “Fran-day – it’s like a birthday but for Frans” and last night she celebrated it at a Céilidh in North London.

For the last couple of weeks I’ve been trying to find someone who could go with me as my support worker, but at this time of year most people’s diaries are heaving under the strain of parties and social events and as a result I wasn’t able to find anyone.…

This afternoon Fat Sister, King Russell and I went on a mini road trip to have a Christmas lunch with our collective families. At one point on the journey King Russell said something which neither Fat Sister nor I heard. When we asked him what he’d said he replied:

‘It’s nothing that bears repeating.’…

Brian’s been around for a while now. I talk about him so often it’s starting to feel like he’s an absent housemate. Later this month I’m planning a Secret Santa for him at the castle – I’ll have some friends over, all bearing gifts for Brian.…

On the way home in the cab tonight Fran and I were talking about holidays we’d been on. I suddenly had a strong memory of walking round a hotel I’d been staying at several years ago.

What was unusual about this was that it was the walking, not the holiday that I was remembering.…

A couple of years ago I wrote about the involuntary River Dance I used to do whenever Leftwing Idiot hummed a comedy jig. I’d forgotten about this, but it turned out this evening that he, and my body, hadn’t.

Bunny, Leftwing Idiot and I were hanging out at the castle.…

It’s my fitiversary. Exactly a year ago today I woke up having a ‘ticcing fit’, and I’ve had at least two a day ever since. As I got dressed this morning I reached for a pair of tracksuit bottoms, but immediately decided against them because they didn’t seem suitable attire for a fitiversary.…

I was hanging out at the castle this evening with Leftwing Idiot, Poppy and Fran. All of a sudden I began ticcing about baby names.

“I’m going to name my child ‘Fruit Bowl’ or ‘Bowl Head’.”
“I’m going to call my child ‘Fish Finger’.”…