Yesterday I wrote about the tears I shed on my journey to work.

Tonight on my way home, things couldn’t have felt more different. I felt energized, happy and steady in a way that I can’t put into words.

And the reason for this?…

I’ve just had a day of great meetings about really exciting projects and coming events. They’ve been in incredible places across London, including Tate Modern, the Wellcome Trust and Battersea Arts Centre. But I’m not going to discuss any of these.…

After a glorious sleep I woke this morning in Melbourne, which I think is the farthest I can possibly be from the castle and my lamp-post. But my tics have made themselves completely at home immediately:

“Antennae, are you signalling to Alan to put the kettle on?”…

I mentioned last month that we’d been at Battersea Arts Centre for a week working on the very early stages of a new project. During our time there I spent a couple of days working with a voice coach. He gave me a load of exercises that I’ve incorporated into my nightly routine, just after brushing my teeth but before shouting at the lamp-post.…

I woke up naturally this morning, with no alarm bursting into my dreams and jump-starting my day.

I opened the blind so I could see what the weather had in store. The sky was dull grey with a tiny flash of blue on the horizon.…

Yesterday we said goodbye to Rachel – a sad moment in a happy tour. Today we said goodbye to San Francisco and said hello to Los Angeles.

We arrived in the late afternoon and the place was bathed in Californian sun.…

It’s 11pm and I’ve just settled into bed. I can hear the comforting sound of Fat Sister turning in for the night in the room next door. I heard her shut the blind, giggling gently as we both said goodnight to the lamp-post.…

Lying in bed last night I was exceptionally tired but finding it hard to sleep because of my wriggly body. My blind was open a little and the orange light from the lamp-post outside was creeping in through the gap.

Tired of shouting at the lamp-post I turned over and faced the wall.…

When I was out somewhere in London earlier today I saw a fancy designer-lamp-post. It was minimalist, a single metal tube like an upside down capital letter ‘L’.

For a moment I was intrigued, trying to decide if I liked it.…

The last few days have been emotional. On Friday Leftwing Idiot and I had our last full day at Oasis where we’ve worked for over five years.

Yesterday we were at the Battersea Arts Centre celebrating Touretteshero’s sixth birthday. Over 160 friends and supporters joined us for the party, many of who’ve been with us right from the start.…