I know it’s not Saturday, but it was yesterday and my tics seemed aware of that when they chose to repurpose Whigfield’s 1994 classic ‘Saturday Night.’ The tune stayed the same but the lyrics were given a radical update.

“Saturday night and your dog is getting high,
With your mummy.…

A week ago I left the castle with my support worker and got on a bus into town. It was a warm Saturday morning so waiting at the stop was no hardship. It was a good job it wasn’t because three buses went by before one came along where the wheelchair space was free and we could get on.…

This afternoon my tics made me blush. They very rarely do this, but for a moment my face was hot with embarrassment.

Will and I were in the office along with Leftwing Idiot, and our colleague JP.

We were all working away when suddenly, in response to a question about the location of a specific spreadsheet, my tics announced that it could be found in Will’s mothers groin!…

I was chatting to my friend Laura on the phone this evening, sitting on my bed looking out of my window. A familiar flicker in the middle distance caught my eye, and my tics responded instantly

“Good evening lamp-post.”

I’ve been away from the castle for much of the summer and since I’ve got back I’ve been better at remembering to shut my blind at night.…

Yesterday was another packed day at the Southbank’s Unlimited Festival. I decided to sample Unlimited Voices, a series of panel discussions and debates on subjects relating to disability and art.

The talk I went to was called Talking Dirty: Disability and Desire.…

This afternoon I let out a gasp of frustration and shouted, ‘Arms, stop being dicks!’ Moments later I apologised to them, but they’re really behaving badly at the moment.

The other day I mentioned my new elbowing-things tic: walls, tables, doors, the bath, other people.…

This’ll be a quick post – I’m in the middle of packing for the Shambala Festival. We leave tomorrow and I’m really excited about being back at one of my favourite places.

If you’re heading there yourself, catch me on stage with Captain Hotknives at the Social Club, on Friday at 5.00pm and on Sunday at 5.15pm.…

We got home from Edinburgh yesterday afternoon, and today I went straight back to work. It’s the final week of the Summer Playscheme and all the projects were busy with children enjoying their break from school.

As I wheeled past the huge queue of people waiting to come in this morning I felt very happy to be back.…

A few days ago Chopin and I had a late-night rendezvous with two men, two puppets, and a camerawoman. We’d received a mysterious text from Henry, the puppeteer who created mini-Touretteshero who appears in Backstage In Biscuit Land.

Henry asked if we’d be up for being interviewed about our show by some puppets, in the back of a taxi.…

Up until I arrived in Edinburgh a week ago I’d seen only nine theatre shows, not just in the last month, or year, but in my whole life.

For a thirty-four-year-old theatre-lover and performer this probably doesn’t seem very impressive, but as someone with Tourettes, my access to live performance has often been difficult, and intensely emotional.…