I’ve just re-read the post I wrote on New Year’s Eve exactly a year ago and it reminded me what a decidedly rocky start I’d had to 2014. On Boxing Day last year the muscles in my hands unexpectedly and very suddenly seized up.…

We arrived in Scotland as the sun was setting. The snowy mountains we could see from the plane were mesmerising, with pools of bright light on seemingly untouched snow contrasting with patches of dark dense forest. From above, paths cutting confidently through the trees looked easily accessible.…

It’s Christmas morning at the castle. There’s a cheerful clattering coming from the kitchen and a sizzling sound as Fat Sister makes bacon sandwiches. And I can hear the rustle of King Russell packing Christmas presents into bags, ready to go into the car.…

Happy Halloween! It’s late but we’ve still a few hours left before the plastic bats and fake cobwebs get put away for another year. As I write, at home in my warm bed, I’m getting occasional glimpses of the big trees outside my bedroom window.…

Today is National Poetry Day, a day that aims to celebrate poetry and engage people with it. I enjoyed studying poetry at school but I didn’t think about it a great deal after that, at least not until my vocal tics began to get more noticeable and complex.…

I came back from a well-earned trip to the pub this evening – it was dark already so all the all the streetlights were on. I was chatting to the lamp-posts sporadically as I often do, saying goodnight by touching each of them as I went by.…

All of a sudden I’ve found myself noticing amazing details that I’ve never seen before at the tops of buildings. For example, I was in Covent Garden the other day and looked up to see a sheep’s head carved into the side of a familiar building, looking down at everyone on the ground.…

This afternoon I was at a meeting and halfway through I became very uncomfortable. Although I wasn’t having a ‘ticcing fit’ I was moving around a lot. Leftwing Idiot, who was supporting me, was sitting near me but not next to me.…

London feels dense with pollution and Saharan dust this evening. As Leftwing Idiot, Will and I made our way back to the castle we noticed how the streetlights were lighting the hazy air. Predictably my tics had something to say about this (as they do about pretty much anything involving lamp-posts).…

In September last year Touretteshero was awarded a Red Nose Day Grant. The funding came from The Evening Standard’s Dispossessed Fund and Comic Relief who’d teamed up to support London organisations working to improve mental and physical health and wellbeing.

This award’s been crucial in enabling us to continue to keep our website up and running.…