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’.”…

This time last month I was relaxing in a field with a lot of good friends at the Shambala festival. On the Saturday morning I met Captain Hotknives and his guitar. He started playing and almost immediately we were singing some very unusual songs together.…

I had a ‘ticcing fit’ in the night and reached for my emergency buzzer. I use a wireless doorbell to alert my support worker when I need help. I found something the right shape and size and tried frantically to make it buzz – but with no luck.…

There comes a point in most people’s lives when they grow out of knock-knock jokes. Evidently not if you’ve got Tourettes. My tics love the knock-knock formula. I haven’t shared any for a while so here are some new ones that arrived out of the blue today.…

Over the last few months I’ve had a handful of episodes where I lose my speech, but without having any of the usual motor tics associated with a ‘ticcing fit’. I know exactly what I want to say but my words come out as incomprehensible noises.…

I made a dramatic entrance to the Shambala Festival earlier, with an ambulance escorting me right onto the site. While we were queuing to get in I had a ‘ticcing fit’ in the car and by the time the stewards checked our tickets it’d been going on for quite a while.…

Tonight’s been a strange mix of frantic packing and sticky-backed creativity.

The reason for both is Shambala where I’m heading tomorrow. It’s likely to rain, so there’ll be lots of mud, and I’ve tried to pack sensibly with this in mind.…

Earlier, something Leftwing Idiot and I were doing at work overran by several hours. This left us both hungry and annoyed and as a result we got cross with each other. As we headed out to get some food I could tell he was fed up.…

About five years ago, long before the arrival of, “Biscuit,” I had an equally frequent tic. I would say, “Good afternoon Legoland Windsor,” as well as just, “Lego,” hundreds of times a day. The Lego era lasted a long time and was as strongly associated with me as “Biscuit” is now.…

At first glance, today didn’t look summery ¬– it looked grim. The grey cloud with rain coming out I could see from my bedroom window looked all too familiar. I’d been obsessively checking the forecast for the last week so it wasn’t an unexpected sight.…