It’s 8 o’clock in the evening and I’ve only just got up. I need to write about what happened last night but I don’t really know where to begin. Exactly seventeen hours ago my longest ever ‘ticcing fit’ finally came to an end.…

A couple of days ago I fell down in the entrance hall of the castle. In the process, I banged my head partly on the ground and partly on the hefty welcome mat. The result, as Leftwing Idiot pointed out today, is that my forehead looks like a texture-effect sample book.…

I’m not very well – I’ve got tonsillitis again. Yesterday my doctor prescribed some more antibiotics and I went with Poppy to collect them from the chemist.

The pharmacist, who’s served me many times before, knows I’m able to speak for myself and hold an intelligent conversation.…

On my way home from the pub with Bunny last night I started telling her about a street we were passing. I described having walked down it in great detail, including the time of year, the weather, the smells and sounds – even the number of cats I’d seen en route!…

There are twenty days until Leftwing Idiot’s birthday and I’ve already bought his present. For most people this would be sensible forward planning. But for me, it’s a risky business.

Tourettes means I’m not very good at keeping secrets, and I’ve got an appalling track record for maintaining surprises as a result.…

I took the day off work today. It wasn’t because I was ill or had a relaxing holiday planned but because I wanted to be at a protest against the drastic cuts to disability and sickness benefits that are putting countless lives at risk.…

This evening is the opening ceremony of the 2012 Paralympics, which looks set to be an impressive and widely enjoyed celebration of disability sport. It’ll showcase incredible athletes and hopefully promote discussion of issues affecting disabled people amongst a wide audience – which is good because we need to be talking about disability.…

Over the last few months I’ve had a handful of episodes where I lose my speech, but without having any of the usual motor tics associated with a ‘ticcing fit’. I know exactly what I want to say but my words come out as incomprehensible noises.…

I woke up in a bad mood – it was probably a mixture of tiredness and post-Shambala blues. Throughout the morning I got increasingly frustrated with my lack of independence and I was taking every opportunity to feel sorry for myself.…

After spending the day wondering about the festival generally, I made a firm plan for what I wanted to see this evening. I was keen to catch two things: The Sheffield-based band Bison, and the poet Kate Tempest.

I already know loads about Bison because I’m friends with many of the people in it, including Chiv.…