Leftwing Idiot and I headed to East London last night to meet Alice and her friends to see in the New Year. On our way, a middle-aged man sitting opposite us on the bus struck up a conversation about Tourettes. At one point he said, “You’re an attractive girl, if you can see through all the stuff. You’re pretty, but I don’t think I could handle the Tourettes.” He was drunk but I was amused and strangely flattered by this nonetheless.
Strange conversations about Tourettes continued throughout the night. After the customary celebrations at Alice’s we all went to a random house party somewhere in Hackney.
The minute I got though the door, a girl I didn’t recognise pounced on me shouting, “Oh my God it’s you! You come into my shop.”
It turns out she was the girl who’d tweeted about me the other day when I was trainer shopping in Covent Garden:
“I love tourettes lady. She always makes my day #shittysheepdog #squirrelcunt #fuckbiscuit.”
I’d tweeted back at her but not heard anything back. She was very keen to talk about Tourettes, which we did for a long time.
Being recognised like that made me feel like a ‘celeb’, so hopefully trainer endorsements will follow.