Autumn’s arrived and so has the time for the next Tourettes-inspired horoscope. This month it’s all about Libra – happy birthday, Libras!

I was curious about how this video would turn out because during the filming I got massively overexcited about the word ‘Libra’.…

In addition to repeatedly sticking my finger up at Will’s left knee the other day, my tics came up with a brand new way to swear.

Let me introduce you to the ‘Swear layer.’

All of a sudden I stuck my middle fingers up, one on top of the other, and with a voice only rivalled by He-Man himself, shouted “By the power of swear layer!”…

My life’s been bereft of swearing at inanimate objects recently.

I stopped sticking my finger up at Leftwing Idiot’s geranium when I became its carer, and even my night time bombardment of the lamp-post has a more affectionate tone these days.…

I’m writing this post in bed where every now and again I can feel a little puff of warm air float over my toes. This isn’t anything to worry about – it’s just Keith breathing.

It’s been a while since I’ve shared my bed – my tics don’t always make me an ideal bedfellow – but Keith doesn’t seem bothered.…

I had a long ‘ticcing fit’ in the early hours of this morning. To start with it was painful, but most of it wasn’t too bad – and my tics were being quite silly. One of the many strange ideas that emerged while I wriggled about on my bed was ‘family planning for lamp-posts’.…

Today was the last day of Shambala Festival 2013. Shambala’s a creative, family-friendly festival that takes place near Market Harborough, and for the last three days it’s been my home.

Although this is only the second year I’ve been I feel I know it well.…

This will be a short post because hopefully, by the time you read it, I’ll be happily ensconced in a field in Leicestershire, whizzing about in my gold party chair and catching up with lots lovely people. In other words, I’m at the Shambala Festival.…

I can’t believe we’re already halfway through the astrological year! Here’s the sixth ticced World of the Zodiac horoscope – this time it’s Virgo.

There’s a mixture of sage and un-sage advice in this one (unlike all the others, which have been completely rational).…

It’s Saturday morning (although only just). I’m lying awake a little after midnight and I’m surrounded by much more noise than normal. There’s rain relentlessly beating down outside and I can hear the high-pitched squeal of water sloshing over gutters. The rhythmic sound of the rain is punctuated periodically by groans of thunder.…

It’s Poppy’s birthday in a couple of days so Zoë and I have planned a surprise. We’ve made her a spectacular and gaudy cake.

Poppy’s a costume designer and has spent a lot of time recently hand-carving some foam into a pair of breasts for a costume for Cassetteboy.…