Earlier I watched Save the Green Planet with Leftwing Idiot and his mate Nez who’s staying for a few days. I was having a real battle with concentrating because I felt uncomfortable and couldn’t keep still. Many of my tics are accompanied by a strong internal sensation and tonight this was so overwhelming.…

Tourettes appears to be experimenting with symbols. Hearts, hashtags and percentages have all featured in recent tics. Here are a handful of symbolic examples:

“I ♥ cum.”

“#pickledonioncumbottle”

“I’m 40% more biscuity than sheep.”

“I ♥ robot legs.”

“#teacuptits”

“95% of biscuits are birds.”

As we tucked into our meal this evening I ticced, “Hello dinner, I’m going to fuck you up.”

And that’s exactly what I did. Delicious.

I’m not used to hearing unexpected noises in public that don’t come from me. This morning on my way to work I heard a lovely sound being made by a builder working nearby.

He was on some scaffolding, and he sang as he lowered a bucket.…

I’ve been working hard at the exercises I’ve been set as part of my Habit Reversal Therapy. They’re designed to help me slow down my movements and I now do them fifteen times a day for five minutes. It seems like they’re starting to pay off and I’m getting more moments of control.…

I often find going to public events like talks or training sessions stressful but it was different at a seminar I attended this afternoon at Hempsons and I felt completely relaxed. This was because I knew what to expect and was not worrying about how my tics would be accommodated.…

I was feeling a bit miserable on my way home this evening. Not for long though, because just outside the lair a handsome stranger beamed at me warmly and said, “I saw you in Catford the other day.”

This was about the extent of our exchange but his friendliness lifted my spirits.…

Poppy has made me the most amazing gift ever. I’m now the very proud owner of a pair of bespoke padded gloves that are light, beautiful, stylish, comfortable and above all not red.

Don’t get me wrong. I like red as much as anyone else but for almost a year, whatever the weather, I’ve had to wear red woollen boxing mitts to protect hands, chest and face from ferocious and frequent arm tics.…

Happy Valentine’s Day, or as I declared earlier, “Happy Complicated Love Lives Day”

I’m ticcing a lot about love at the moment:

“I love you.”
“I love sheepdogs.”
“I love you shaded donkey.”

Sadly love isn’t really the thing on my mind today.…

I was at Leftwing Idiot’s sitting on the sofa, and he was on his computer. While he was working away he asked, “What are you going to remind me to do?” I ticced some possible answers:

“Give Terry Waite a bath.”…