“Swindon or Sweden? Choose.”… read more
TH: Knock knock.
Leftwing Idiot: Who’s there?
Leftwing Idiot: God who?
TH: Your fucking God of poached eggs.… read more
Leftwing Idiot and I were out in our area. I was emitting my normal, frequent vocal tics. As we walked past a police officer on a bike, she turned towards us, pointed at me and told me to “Stop that.” … read more
My tics fall into three broad categories. First, the regular tics I say hundreds of times every day. Second, the occasional tics that I’ll say only once or a handful of times. These two categories have already been discussed. I … read more
Joanna Lumley was at the checkout next to me in Sainsbury’s this afternoon:
“Shit, shit, shit,” – shriek, squeal – “Shit, dog, dog food,” – finger in the air – squeal.
Her response, or lack of, has done nothing to … read more
This evening I answered an unsolicited market research call on the house phone. The caller ploughed on despite the unusual noises I was making. Because this wasn’t a call I had any interest in I made no explanation for the … read more
“PAT Test your carpet.”… read more
“Face paint your dog.”… read more
It’s been a while since I’ve travelled by tube at rush hour. It’s a pretty unpleasant experience for everyone and this evening I experienced the added difficulties that having Tourettes can present in this situation.
I waited on a busy … read more
A couple of days ago I was writing with a biro when I ticced and accidentally drew on Leftwing Idiot’s cream sofa. He made a bit of a fuss but I knew he wasn’t really annoyed.
Last night I dreamt … read more