A few weeks ago I got a tweet from Casey B saying:

‘Love the blog, and the whole TH package. It is a shame there is no audio of the lamppost tics. 🙂 Take care.’
@caseybcyberloss 16th September 2012

So the other evening, after successfully catching my most recent spontaneous musical outburst, Leftwing Idiot kept the recorder on so we could share this touching, if slightly one sided, conversation between myself and the lamp-post outside my window as I drifted off to sleep.…

When Leftwing Idiot and I set out to create a website that celebrates the humour and creativity of Tourettes I felt certain of a few things: we’d do a good job together, it would be interesting and we’d have loads of help from our friends, families and supporters.…

This time last month I was relaxing in a field with a lot of good friends at the Shambala festival. On the Saturday morning I met Captain Hotknives and his guitar. He started playing and almost immediately we were singing some very unusual songs together.…

Talking about biscuits isn’t something I usually need to make time for – I do it all day, every day. The word “Biscuit” arrived as a frequent tic almost two years ago and my life’s been full of them ever since.…

It’s been a difficult week so far. Any week that’s ushered in by sirens, flashing lights, hours of uncontrollable jerking and an injection of powerful drugs in the thigh is off to a rocky start. And again I was awake early this morning as the lamp-post came off duty.…

I did my first ever festival gig this morning with Captain Hotknives in the Shambala Radio tent. It’d been quickly arranged following our impromptu performance in the camping field yesterday. I enjoyed letting my tics take to the stage, and amongst the many odd ideas they came up with, three key themes emerged:

1) We were a campaigning political party – ‘The Bipolar Tourettes Alliance’ – and our manifesto included giving “Every fourth person a chandelier,” and “Everyone with lungs a biscuit.”…

I drifted awake to find our tent warm from the early morning sun. After I’d got myself together Fat Sister and I went in search of some breakfast. When we’d eaten we headed to where Leftwing Idiot and Poppy are camped.…

Tonight’s been a strange mix of frantic packing and sticky-backed creativity.

The reason for both is Shambala where I’m heading tomorrow. It’s likely to rain, so there’ll be lots of mud, and I’ve tried to pack sensibly with this in mind.…

Last night Bunny and I went to an art event in East London where a diverse group of artists, actors, and musicians showed work they’d all made in response to a book called Invisible Cities by Italo Calvino. There were lots of interesting, interactive installations including maps you could draw, magnetic scrabble pieces to move about, a light that flashed in time with the music and compliment pegs you could write on and attach to people.…

I’d like to tell you all about the brilliance of Arms.

Not the sort of arms that lift boxes, open jars, tenderly hold children or in my case flap about haphazardly. I’m referring to a graffiti artist called Arms who’s having a battle of words with some building contractors using a large grey hoarding near the castle.…