Last Friday evening Leftwing Idiot, Poppy, Keir and I went to meet our friend Raf at a recording studio in East London. Raf’s one of ‘The 2 Bears’ who, a couple of years ago, made an amazing tune using some of my tics.…

Leftwing Idiot and I had an unusually long wait for my fracture clinic appointment this morning. We sat in the large waiting room chatting away while a steady stream of staff marched in calling out other patients’ names, but not mine.…

When I got into bed last night something was amiss…

… and my tics were quick to notice what it was. The lamp-post I can usually see from my bedroom window was hidden from view because Leftwing Idiot had already rolled my blind down.…

Much of this blog’s a testament to the strangeness of having Tourettes. But there’s one on-going feature of my tics that I find specially baffling.

In the last eight years I’ve always had a ticced name on the go. Sometimes I know people with that name and sometimes I don’t.…

A few days ago I wrote about my strange obsession with pig stickers. Well, it seems that the Pig Fairy’s been listening because this evening, during a ‘ticcing fit’, I mysteriously ended up with a pig sticker on my jumper.

Leftwing Idiot and Poppy are keeping quiet about this, but I have inside knowledge which suggests they may both have been issued with pig stickers.…

Most of the time my colleagues at work don’t seem to notice my tics, except when they’re really funny. And they’re often funny – adding loads of shared laughter to our working days. But they also bring a few extra challenges not found in most offices.…

I was hanging out with Fat Sister at the castle this afternoon. We were short of some essentials but as I didn’t want a repeat of yesterday’s frustrating trip to the shop I dictated a quick shopping list for her. Naturally, Tourettes added some extra items.…

I popped into my local shop earlier to get a drink.

It’s a big shop with level access and wide aisles, but despite this when I left I felt frustrated and annoyed.

The aisles would be plenty wide enough for my wheelchair but for the fact that there are always boxes of stock on the floor making them too narrow for my wheelchair to pass along.…

At work we run a programme for schools called ‘Play-based learning.’ School groups can book a series of visits during which they take part in exciting creative activities and have some time for free play as well. The aim of the sessions is to help improve children’s confidence and communication, through play.…

Last night I had a strange ‘ticcing fit’. It was strange firstly because I had enough speech to tic some funny things, and secondly because of the strong presence of Zac Efron.

For anyone not familiar with Zac’s work, he’s an actor, teen heartthrob, millionaire and star of my Wednesday night fit.…