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.…

I went with Poppy to get my hair cut earlier. In the salon they had a selection of children’s board games which included the classic Operation.

Operation’s been around for years and involves removing plastic body parts from various holes in a sickly looking man.…

Fat Sister’s just reminded me about a funny encounter I had with one of her friends several years ago. I can’t remember what prompted her to mention it but it reminded me that however obvious my tics are, I still need to explain them to people I’m meeting for the first time.…

Two days ago something very sad happened – Twitter suspended our @TicBot account without warning and without explanation. You might think describing this as sad is a little melodramatic but our bot is unusual. According to a lot of people he makes Twitter a better and more interesting place.…

Poppy and I were together in the bathroom brushing our teeth just now. She’s got electric toothbrush and mine’s manual. I had to stop using electric toothbrushes when I started whacking myself over the head with them. Even an ordinary toothbrush sometimes poses a hazard.…

There comes a point in most people’s lives when they grow out of knock-knock jokes. Evidently not if you’ve got Tourettes. My tics love the knock-knock formula. I haven’t shared any for a while so here are some new ones that arrived out of the blue today.…

I wrote recently about the gift I’ve bought for Leftwing Idiot’s forthcoming birthday and my battle to stop my tics spoiling the surprise. He’s DJing at the Gowlett Pub again this weekend and celebrating his birthday at the same time. It’s not his actual birthday, but I know that there’s no way I can avoid giving the game away if he’s repeatedly being wished ‘Happy returns’.…

I had a long ‘ticcing fit’ in the early hours of this morning. It went on long enough for Bunny and me to watch the dawn creep slowly in. Shortly after the fit finished I saw the lamp-post turn itself off for the day.…

Last week I talked about my new “Rummage” tic. Catwings, who also has Tourettes, left a comment on the post saying:

‘A verb! This seems unusual to me as a frequent tic-word, most of my main ones are nouns like ‘fascists’ and ‘Marmite’…’

I’d never thought about the types of word that became tics before and I started to wrack my brain for other tics of mine that were nouns.…

At lunchtime Leftwing Idiot asked me a question, and I answered with a blink. This would have been un-remarkable if I’d been having a ‘ticcing fit’ because if I lose my speech while I’m having one I blink once for ‘Yes’ and twice for ‘No’.…