I frequently lose my speech when I have a ‘ticcing fit’, and when this happens I usually communicate by blinking – one blink for ‘Yes’, two blinks for ‘No’ and multiple blinks for ‘Ask a different question.’ It’s not a brilliantly reliable method of communication given how much I tic-blink anyway.…

It’s my fitiversary. Exactly a year ago today I woke up having a ‘ticcing fit’, and I’ve had at least two a day ever since. As I got dressed this morning I reached for a pair of tracksuit bottoms, but immediately decided against them because they didn’t seem suitable attire for a fitiversary.…

This Sunday’s going to be my one-year Fit-iversary. For the last 363 days, at least twice a day, and often many more times, my tics have increased in intensity to the point where it looks like I’m having a seizure. I don’t lose consciousness, but my body contorts violently, I lose the ability to speak and people who aren’t familiar with what’s happening start to look worried.…

For reasons best known to my unusual neurology, every time I hear my phone beep to tell me I’ve got a new message I automatically say, “Fuck a sheep!”

Having Tourettes is an unpredictable business, and tics come and go, getting better or worse over time.…

Back in July I spent several days with a charming Australian film crew for a piece they were doing about Tourettes. Doing things for TV can be quite daunting, but the Channel 7 team were friendly, relaxed and happy to share the funny side of my tics.…

The dust is starting to settle after last night’s amazing book launch. I’ve been exhausted all day and frustratingly I’m feeling under the weather again!

We had over 100 guests, some from as far away as Scotland, to celebrate the launch with me, and to eat lots of biscuits – but even so, we’ve got more left than I could possibly eat in my lifetime.…

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The castle smells sweet today because Poppy’s baking – in fact she’s baking more biscuits for the tonight’s launch party. These handmade treats will join the shop-bought biscuits I wrote about yesterday.

Biscuits aren’t the only thing Poppy’s been cooking up – all the food we’ll be serving is inspired by my tics.…

As if his life wasn’t biscuity enough already, a couple of days ago Leftwing Idiot went and bought hundreds of them.

The reason for this? Tomorrow we’re having a party to celebrate the publication of my book Welcome to Biscuit Land.…

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.…

I remember as a child discovering that my dad regularly listened to Radio 4’s Woman’s Hour. At the time I found this confusing and vaguely comical. He clearly wasn’t a woman, so why was he doing this? Of course, I realise now that you don’t have to be a woman to listen to the programme or enjoy hearing a female perspective on the world.…