Pub Fit Fun

Last night Zoë and I popped to the Gowlett where Leftwing Idiot was DJing. He’s been playing there for years and it’s always a nice way to spend a Sunday evening. The bar staff always make me feel very welcome so I feel comfortable there, even when I’m having a ‘ticcing fit’.…

Drinking Aid

After work yesterday Poppy and I went for a quick drink at a trendy bar that’s just opened near the castle. We sat in a nice spot by the window, but the table was very low.

This lack of height was a problem because my arm tics make it hard for me to hold a glass safely.…

The Noise of Joy

It’s late and I’m in bed. In the next room I can hear murmuring, gentle singing, occasional bickering and the unmistakable sound of wriggling. I can also hear Ruth’s tics. Ruth’s staying over tonight to do my support and she’s brought her nephew Adoni (aged 8 ) and her niece Shania (aged 11) with her.…

I’m Not Lost

As the season turns and autumn starts shuffling in I’ve been in a reflective mood. I don’t know what I’m going to write in this post – I don’t know if I can coherently express the frustration, anger and sadness that I’m feeling at the moment – and I’m not sure if I can un-muddle the mix of things I’m experiencing.…

Swear Layer

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 New Move

In the cab home from work last night I had a mild ‘ticcing fit’ during which I made some forceful and repetitive movements with my arms. The fit ended quite quickly, but this new movement hasn’t stopped.

It’s not the worst new tic that could’ve arrived, but it’s definitely going to take some getting used to if it sticks around.…

Will’s Knee

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.…

Albertopolis

In two weeks I’m set to undertake one of the biggest and most exciting public speaking challenges I’ve ever faced.

On September 23rd I’ll be one of the speakers at Albertopolis, an independently organised  TED event at the Royal Albert Hall*.…

The Noise Summit

A few days ago an invitation dropped into my inbox that was impossible to refuse. It was from the South London Gallery (SLG) inviting me to a Noise Summit. As a dedicated noisemaker there was no question about whether or not I should go.…

Keith Comes to Stay

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.…