Earlier today I was talking to King Russell. He was in his room and I was standing in the doorway. He beckoned to me and said, “Come here a second.” As soon as I was in the room he shut the door behind me and said, “You were jerking around far too close to the top of the stairs.”…

I’m going to get the tic inspired art I made out of Lego framed. Before I do, I’m going to glue it together to keep it in one piece. This evening I’ve been researching what type of glue to use.

What became apparent to me very quickly is that gluing Lego is frowned upon in the model making community.…

This is going to be a brief entry as I’m exhausted and feeling under the weather. When I’m not well I get floppy and today I can’t summon up the energy to do anything. Thankfully my tics can’t be bothered either – they’re much less intense than normal.

This morning I was interviewed by Stephen Fry as part of a TV series he’s making, called Planet Word. He’s exploring language in all its shapes and forms. Tourettes gives me an unusual relationship with words because when I tic, I use them without any intention of communicating anything, and that’s what interested him.…

Tomorrow morning I’m meeting Stephen Fry to talk about Tourettes as part of a programme he’s making about words and language. I’m a bit nervous and worried about saying something stupid. I’ve just finished my final preparations by having my eyebrows tidied up by Poppy.…

I have a joyful new tic: “Yay!” It’s usually followed by something random.

Here are a few examples:

“Yay! Sheepdogs.”

“Yay! Hadron Collider.”

“Yay! Lesbians.”

“Yay! Harlesden.”

“Yay! Ramadan.”

“Yay! Black forest gateau.”

“Yay! Yay!”

When I started writing this blog a year ago, I resolved to be honest but not to slip into self-pity. Tonight in this entry I’m going to tread that fine line – I’ve been feeling overwhelmingly upset today.

It was a conversation with an old woman on a bus that started it off.…

This morning I was enjoying a relaxing start to the day, when the doorbell rang:

Ring 1. It was a courier with a letter for Fat Sister. He looked flustered and awkward, as I jerked about. I signed for the letter and he went on his way.…

This morning, Fat Sister and King Russell went to our local registry office to declare formally their intent to marry, and set the date – 17th June.

When one of Fat Sister’s friends heard the news she made a joke about shouting out inappropriate things during the ceremony.…

Yesterday I ticced, throwing my head back and hitting it against the wall: “Mystery.”

This morning I twisted my ankle with a strange leg tic: “Mystery.”

I also hit myself in the face: “Mystery.”

Tonight I banged my hand on a shelf in a shop: “Mystery.”…