Four years ago, Leftwing Idiot took me to meet his friend Atif whom he’d known for a long time as an activist, campaigner and social entrepreneur. At the time Touretteshero was still in its infancy but what we lacked in web presence we more than made up for with ideas.…

Last night I celebrated my birthday with loads of friends. I had a great night with lovely people, and was given loads of wonderful gifts. I’ve written before about the big struggle I have with giving gifts, and how I find it almost impossible to avoid blurting out what I’ve got someone well before the event.…

Although I’ve been known to tic about birthdays on a variety of random occasions, my #Dailyoutburst today isn’t just a coincidence, it’s because today’s my actual birthday. I’ve spent it with friends and family, in Town to start with and then locally for dinner this evening.…

My friend Sophie, who’s been supporting me a lot recently, lives in Cuba during the winter. She came back last month and we’ve been having a lovely time. I’ve noticed something quite strange though – when we hit a bump in the pavement and my wheelchair suddenly lurches about, she reacts in Spanish rather than English.…

Fat Sister and King Russell have been living with me at the castle for the last few weeks – they’ve been between houses. Soon they’ll be moving to a place really close to me. In fact it’s so close you can see the castle from what will be their bedroom window.…

Today was the last day of the Glastonbury Festival and it was gorgeous in every way – the weather, the company, the dancing, and all the laughter.

To start with I went to watch Leftwing Idiot perform as DJ Rubbish with his old friends Cassetteboy.…

I woke up to the sound of rain gently beating against our tent. This soon stopped and Worthy Farm was bathed in warm sunshine, but not before I’d had my shower. It was an accessible shower, closed on all sides for privacy but open on top, which meant I had the invigorating experience of having a hot shower in the rain.…

Yesterday’s journey to Glastonbury was smooth and trouble-free. Remarkably we were able to get through security and into the Festival itself despite my tics going into overdrive the moment we got to the entrance. There’s a list of things you’re not allowed to take on site, which includes:

Glass bottles
Animals
People without tickets
Drugs
Fireworks

As the security staff checked our car and asked if we had any of these banned items, my tics announced:

“We have a Springer Spaniel in the boot.”…

When I got in this evening there was a surprise waiting for me in my living room – perched on top of the bookcase (also known as the Piggy Display Unit, or PDU) was Dalmatian Piggy!

Regular readers will be very familiar with my pigs, which the Pig Fairy sends me every time I have a day without a ‘ticcing fit’.…

No, it’s a Terrified Support Worker.

Will and I headed way out west on Saturday evening. Unusually our route took us via Heathrow. It was strange coming out of the Tube station and into the airport without actually being there to get on a plane.…