My tics love offering choices, so much that there’s a whole category dedicated to ‘choose’ tics.
My favourites include:
“Bass or space? Choose.”
“Geometric paperweights or roundhouses? Choose.”
“Beef or eyelashes? Choose.”
“Acrylic nails or TV… read more
David Cameron on the campaign trail made a revealing slip yesterday when he described the Election as “career-defining” before correcting himself and saying “country defining.”
I’ve just watched the video, and my tics immediately seized on the phrase:… read more
We’re safely back in the UK after our epic trip to Norway. Here, with just a week until polling day, the country’s in the grip of election campaigning. Predictably my tics are too:
“This is a party election… read more
This morning got off to a very early start. At 6am we carefully squeezed the entire set for Backstage in Biscuit Land into a cab and headed for Gatwick. We’re off to Vårscenefest in Tromsø, Norway for… read more
At last my geranium has a new home – not a completely different address, just a new pot to live in.
My geranium, Little G, is an offshoot of the much-maligned geranium that arrived in Leftwing Idiot’s kitchen read more
This morning a ‘ticcing fit’ turned into an involuntary poetry recital when my tics suddenly took flight with Icarus:
“Icarus, your mum was a piece of plastic tubing,
Your father was a bee,
And you… read more
Last night Will found me having a ‘ticcing fit’ in the most ridiculous position yet. On discovering me he said, ‘I can’t wait to hear how you ended up like this.’
He had to wait a while for an… read more
I’m back in London after a lovely weekend away in Cumbria with Will.
When we were travelling back yesterday I ticced, “Poems about sponges”
Will, knowing my tics would take the bait, said ‘Sponge Poem… read more
I’ve mentioned that my tics love penguins in previous posts. They’re one of a random assortment of things that always make me over excited. Another is when people roll their R’s. Both inexplicably… read more
The large window in front of me is awash with pale orange light. In the distance there’s the silhouette of a large tree, its dense tangle of black lines extending to the edges of the delicately coloured sky. The light… read more