I watched the sun go down from the roof of a car park in Peckham this evening. Frank’s Bar is a temporary venue on the top of a multi-storey car park next to the cinema. The view from there is amazing.…

What was one black eye last night had turned into two by the time I woke up this morning. This means that I’m faced with the re-emergence of an old dilemma: how and when do I explain my injuries to others?…

Yesterday I explained that I had two pineapples in my kitchen that were going off. They needed to be cut up but I wasn’t able to do it safely on my own. I shared the problem with Harry earlier and she stopped by the lair and sliced them up for me.…

There are two pineapples in the kitchen left over from last week’s party. They’re on the turn and need to be eaten soon.

I really fancy pineapple for breakfast this morning but no one’s around to help me cut them up.…

A couple of days ago I got a copy of a letter to my GP from my neurologist. In the letter he describes how my tics are affecting the way I walk. He said it looked like “The Ministry of Silly Walks.”…

It’s been baking hot in London and along with everybody else, I’ve been out enjoying the sunshine. It seems like the better the weather the more unusual the questions become:

Man at a bus stop: Are you a spastic?

TH: No, I don’t have Cerebral Palsy.…

I’ve mentioned the help I get from Access to Work in previous entries. Today was the first day I was joined by my support worker. He’ll be helping me at work a couple of times a week by coming to meetings and events with me and taking notes or typing for me.…

Over a year ago now my GP made a request for me to receive Habit Reversal Therapy (HRT). I’ve been keen to try this option since I heard about it because it could help me replace some of my more damaging tics with ones that have less physical or social impact.…

Sometimes Tourettes makes even the simplest things tricky. This morning I was trying to wash my hair but kept throwing the bottle of shampoo. If bathroom bowling was a recognised sport I would definitely have got a strike – all the other bottles at the end of the bath went flying.

While a lot of my tics are random and funny, occasionally they come across as just rude or mean. It doesn’t happen very often but sometimes I’ll suddenly say something like “Bitch”, “Fuck you” or “Wanker.” These are much closer to the stereotype of Tourettes than the majority of my tics.…