Tics

“Sacks of Insight.”

When I was about twenty my flatmate, Laura, read a book called ‘The Man Who Mistook His Wife For A Hat’ by neurologist and writer Dr Oliver Sacks. When she finished it she suggested I… read more

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Mottled!

Sometimes my tics suddenly pluck a word out of obscurity and through tone, pronunciation, and obsessive repetition, turn it into something surreal.

Today, “mottled” was in for this treatment.

It’s not a word I’ve ever given much thought to, let… read more

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The Story of Gareth and Aladdin

This evening Harriet and I went to meet Leftwing Idiot, Fat Sister, King Russell and their friend Gareth in a bar near the Castle.

I’ve met Gareth loads of times, but it seems that one of my tics from our… read more

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Geranium Family Tree

The story of the geranium is now practically legend, but because I haven’t mentioned it for a while I thought I’d briefly re-cap.

Once upon a time, four years ago, a mysterious visitor named Annie The Wolf brought a tiny… read more

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In Praise of Light

When I woke up this morning my first tic of the day was:

“Morning sun, your light is brighter than Stephen Hawking’s mind.”

I opened the blind a few minutes later and solar-centric tics continued:

“Window, are you wearing sun… read more

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August is…

The summer’s whizzing by and I can’t believe it’s August already. My tics on the other hand are fully aware of the new month. This morning as I was getting ready for work all this popped out:

“August is the… read more

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Tic Box

A couple of weeks ago I received an email from Sophie, an amazing young artist who has Tourettes. She shared with me some images of an incredible creative project she’d undertaken in response to her tic. I was blown away… read more

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Hair By Cats

I’ve just found a couple of photos on my phone that made me laugh. I took them in Cardiff when Will and I were there last weekend for the Unity Festival, just before we headed home. It was… read more

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New Perspectives

I’ve lived at the castle for almost four years now, and in all that time my bed’s been in exactly the same place. My view from it has remained the same, too, except for the subtle changes broughtread more

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Gato

My support worker Sophie lives in Cuba for half the year, to escape the winter here, and comes home for the summer. This year her boyfriend Lazaro’s come with her. They’ve been staying at the castle for the last few… read more

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