Last night I stayed at Bunny’s and we watched part of the Olympic Opening Ceremony with her parents. As usual my tics added extra commentary, shouting out suggestions and repeatedly squealing, “Amdram!” whenever an emoting actor came on screen.

There were a couple of points when my tics went into overdrive.…

One of the situations in which I feel most frustrated about my restricted mobility is when I hear amazing tunes – I really miss being able to dance properly.

The wheelchair has improved this somewhat but dancing sitting down just isn’t as satisfying as the real thing.…

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.…

Last year I wrote about seeing Mark Thomas’s stunning show Extreme Rambling at the Tricycle Theatre. I also described how the theatre manager asked me to move at the interval because someone in the audience had complained about my tics.

I ended up watching the rest of Mark’s brilliant performance through a glass window in the production box at the side of the stage, in tears.…

I woke up this morning sandwiched happily between Leftwing Idiot and Nez. It wasn’t a beautiful dawn chorus that woke us but the low roar of construction vehicles and the bustle of the builders who are building a new accommodation block for the pub where we’d parked for the night.…

Several years ago I worked with a woman whose son was an aspiring young rapper. Time passed and the young man in question became Giggs, one of the most controversial rappers in the UK.

He’s probably best known for his 2008 track Talkin’ Da Ardest,

I’ve heard this a lot on and off since then, but never with the lyrics I ticced tonight:

“If you’re talking the hardest
Just fuck a Golf in a bin with a Lada.…

I went to the Tate Modern this morning for a meeting about some work I’m doing there. Because it’s a massive building and I needed to do a fair bit of moving about I used one of their complimentary wheelchairs.

When we went to get a lift to the upper floors I noticed a large sign next to it that said:

“Celebrate your ability to use your legs and please give priority to those who need to use the lifts.”…

Touretteshero is all about sharing the humour and creativity of Tourettes. There’s a lot to share – the thousands of surreal things I’ve said as tics, and the funny, sad, strange and thoughtful conversations I’ve had with friends and strangers arising from them.…

This afternoon I had a meeting at Tate Modern and after it I decided I’d like to have a quick look at some of the exhibits there. I was tired and struggling to walk so Fran got me one of the Tate’s wheelchairs which they have for people to borrow.…