I was out having a drink with Poppy and Will last night when I had a ‘ticcing fit’. They both helped me and it was over quite quickly. But just before it ended, my tics started asking them how unpredictable I am. The conversation went like this:

TH: What’s more unpredictable, me or a kettle in the hands of an ant?
Poppy: You.

TH: What’s more unpredictable, me or Keanu Reeves riding an asthmatic lama?
Will: You are.

TH: Am I more unpredictable than a frozen ocean?
Poppy and Will: Yes.

After a while this line of questioning stopped as unpredictably as it’d started and we all returned to our drinks.