Until last night I’d never been frightened of aubergines. Now though, just hearing the word sends a shiver down my spine. So what’s changed?

Last night Poppy and I went out for dinner and on the way home I started having a ‘ticcing fit’.…

It’s unusual for me to be able to talk during a ‘ticcing fit’ let alone come out with any complex vocal tics. But on rare occasions a stream of elaborate tics on an apparently random subject will ensue.

Tonight at Leftwing Idiot’s I started to fit, and out of the blue I started ticcing about the importance of chutney in the lives of sheepdogs.…

I’ve described how my tics tend to overreact during tense or exciting moments in films. While this is often funny it does make for quite a hair-raising experience for whoever’s watching with me.

This evening Poppy and I watched a particularly gripping episode of period costume drama, Downton Abbey.…

It’s been four months since Welcome to Biscuit Land was published and one of the best things about it’s been all the amazing emails and messages I’ve received from people who’ve read it, are in the process of reading it, or desperately want to read it.…

I went to work on Saturday so I’ve got today off to make up for it, but because it’s Monday and everybody’s at work or busy, finding someone to support me has proved problematic, especially because I can’t afford to pay someone from an agency for a full day.…

At the beginning of the year Bunny, my friend and regular support worker, set off for Mexico and Columbia for six months. I think about her often and wonder how she’s getting on, particularly on the days she used to support me.…

Amongst the post I collected on my way in after work this evening there was a small oblong, package for Poppy – a cardboard envelope wrapped in plastic. The detail of the packaging is relevant only because it was what my tics chose to focus on and go bonkers about.…

I’ve described before how my tics make me overreact if I feel any heightened emotion, whether it’s anger, sadness, happiness or excitement.

This evening I was hanging out with Fran and I ticced: “What do you get when you cross a dog and a dick – a dickdog!”…

In just under two weeks time Poppy’s moving out of the castle and into a new house with Zoë and two other friends. Not having a flatmate will mean making some adjustments to my routine, and one big change will be that I’ll be here on my own for a lot more time.…

My friend Keir has cropped up in this blog many times, sometimes when he’s been helping me out or when we’ve been dancing or when he’s produced amazing tic-inspired art for our website. Last night he managed all three in one excellent evening.…