My tics and I are both big fans of unpredictable outcomes. I like them because I enjoy doing creative activities where anything can happen, and my tics like them because unpredictable is what they do best.
We’re about to put… read more
The other night as I got ready for bed my vocal tics were distracted from their usual focus. The lamp-post I normally chat to as part of my bedtime routine was let off the hook for a change, to… read more
Fifty-eight years ago Jack Kerouac wrote On The Road on a single roll of paper and it became the bible of the Beat Generation. Yesterday evening I went to the Post Office with Will and on the way composed my… read more
Last night I stayed with Fat Sister and King Russell. While we were having breakfast this morning King Russell suggested that Fat Sister was in fact part cat. My tics happily took up the challenge of listing her other ingredients,… read more
In a couple of week’s time we’ll be switching on our Idea Amplifier, a workshop at Camden Roundhouse for young creatives with Tourettes.
The event’s being funded through Unlimited Impact in partnership with the read more
This time last month Leftwing idiot and I were saying a fond farewell to Toronto after our visit there for The Republic of Inclusion. With the help of our hosts and the people at the airport we had… read more
Eighteen months ago Poppy and I bet that she wouldn’t be able to grow her hair to her shoulders by 15th March 2015 – and that’s today. It wasn’t a big bet, only £20, but we’ve both been taking it… read more
Yesterday evening I met up with Hannah, Emma and Laura, my former flatmates and friends of seventeen years. I was due to meet Laura first, at 6pm, but her bus got stuck in traffic. Will, who’d been supporting me throughout… read more
In a day that may be unlucky for some, this Friday 13th is Red Nose day as well. And that’s something I’ve been very aware of all afternoon because my colleagues have spent it inflating a… read more
My support worker Will has a well-established history of playful interactions with my tics. He was with me today, and at lunchtime in a local café I noticed him playing with a pound coin. I looked away for a moment… read more