I had another long, distressing ticcing fit at work this afternoon. It was more severe than any I’ve had in a while. It happened while I was working at my desk and I suddenly found myself stuck on the floor underneath it.…

I had an early start this morning and despite being bleary-eyed I was very happy.

Last night I slept over at Laura’s house. She’s one of my oldest and closest friends. We lived together while we were at college and have got to know each other very well over the years.…

Two weeks ago Laura told me a secret.

This is usually a horrible mistake because my tics make it very hard for me to keep things quiet. Laura’s secret was a happy one and much to our surprise I’ve been able to keep it under wraps.…

I got home late from a meeting this evening. Normally I eat with Poppy and Leftwing Idiot or with my night-time support worker. But because I was back late, everyone had already eaten. Poppy offered to make me some dinner but I was keen to try and do it myself.…

Bunny, Poppy and I went to join Fat Sister, King Russell and some other friends at a local pub this evening. They’d been there for a while by the time we arrived and Fat Sister was already tipsy.

When Poppy asked me what I’d like to drink, I paused for a second to think about it.…

It was a normal Friday afternoon. I was finishing my work and getting ready to head home when the silence was suddenly interrupted by my own voice. I was singing my own version of ABBA’s Dancing Queen at the top of my voice:

“Biscuit sheep, young and sweet, only seventy three.”…

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.…

This evening I was interviewed by Superman.

This exciting event took place at The Showroom Gallery in North West London as part of a series of talks by artists called the The Happy Hypocrite.

My costume-clad interviewer was in fact artist Nathaniel Pitt.…

This is a simple post. In the last seven months I’ve had over 1200 ‘ticcing fits’ an average of six in every 24 hour period. Today I had just one.

Fingers crossed there will be more days like this.

My friend Ruth got a new job today. I rang to congratulate her but it went straight to voicemail. My message went like this:

“Hi Ruth,
I just called to say
“Tits”.
No actually I didn’t.
“Tits”.
I rang to say congratulations on your
“Tits”.…