I had a really rocky ‘ticcing fit’ earlier today. Will was supporting me, and my work friend Kyle came to help as well. As the fit drew to a close and my speech returned so did my vocal tics (in a confessional mood):

“I haven’t fucked anything today or yesterday, except:”

“A door”
“A horse”
“Strip lighting”
“Some cabling”
“Kettering”
and
“Tenerife’s bins.”

Will said, “So actually you’ve fucked quite a lot then!” He’s got a point.