Just over a month ago I shared my experience of Tourettes with 4,500 people at TEDx Albertopolis at the Royal Albert Hall in London. A while later I was contacted by someone from the main TED team and asked if I’d do an interview for their blog.…

This post is written especially for the attention of the 88th Pokémon – no, not Grimer, you Scorpio. Below is my eighth World of the Zodiac video so it’s time for my tics to offer advice to all Scorpios.

If you’re looking for wise words there’s a good online dictionary here.…

As I’ve mentioned before, each time I get through a full day without a ‘ticcing fit’ my slightly unusual reward is a rubber piggy dog toy that oinks when squeezed.

Traditions are funny things and it’s hard to remember exactly how or why they get started.…

Any long-term readers of this blog will know that I have an uneasy and often difficult relationship with the police. I’ve been warned about shouting bomb, told to control myself, and I’ve even struggled not to smack their bums.

So it came as something of a shock this morning to find myself in a conference room full of police.…

I’ve got a new pair of trainers. I’ve had them for several weeks now but I’ve been saving them to wear today. Today’s special because it’s the second anniversary of the day I woke up having a ‘ticcing fit’. That marked the start of the daily fits that’ve had such a big impact on my life ever since.…

It’s the eve of my fitiversary. Two years ago tomorrow I woke up having what became known as a ‘ticcing fit’. But that morning it was just a weird and terrifying escalation of my tics that left me unable to speak or control any part of my body.…

I was about twelve when I first saw the film Alien (I obviously shouldn’t have been watching it all, but I managed to see it in secret at a friends house) In fact parts of it I saw only from behind my fingers and I found the scene in which an Alien hugs the face of its victim particularly scary.…

I’ve been living at the castle for almost two years now. Since the very beginning I’ve had a tumultuous relationship with the lamp-post I can see from my bedroom window. Every night I shout at it as I go to sleep – at times this is rude, but more often it’s vaguely affectionate.…

On the way home in the cab this evening I told Leftwing Idiot I’d like my next pig to be fluorescent yellow. I hadn’t had a ‘ticcing fit’ all day and I was hoping it would be a Piggy Day. This is how fit-free days have become celebrated thanks to the tradition of me being given a rubber pig dog-toy for each clear day.…

For a long time I used to wobble and crawl around the castle but then, several months ago, I discovered how much easier and less stressful it was to use my wheelchair instead. I’m not sure why it’d taken me so long to realise this but I suppose I felt (mistakenly) that not using the chair meant I was more independent.…