Last week I wrote about my annoying new “What about cats?” tic, but there’s some contention amongst my friends about how new it really is, with some claiming it’s been around for months.

I do have one tic that’s definitely new on the scene though, and I find it a lot less irritating:

“I’m a solid”

As well as enjoying it and the ideas it conjures up, I’m also enjoying the range of responses from my friends.…

A couple of days ago one of my tics took me aback and made me laugh with surprise:

“Scotch egg castle and the exasperated carrot.”

It wasn’t the content of the tic that made me chuckle but the fact that I pronounced ‘castle’ and ‘exasperated’ with a short ‘a’.…

I was hanging out with Poppy earlier when I suddenly started having a ‘ticcing fit’ that, without any reason or warning, was abruptly gate-crashed by whales. Fortunately Poppy had the presence of mind to press record on her phone:

“Whale cocks make the panthers jealous.…

I’ve had a new regular tic for the last few weeks: “What about cats?”

Unusually it’s been really irritating me. I don’t normally notice my own tics, particularly regular ones. They quickly become background noise – a constant, gentle reminder that I’m still alive.…

If you’re a disabled person with high or specialist support needs, or if your job involves long working hours, or if you work abroad, there’s something you need to know – your career, your ambition, your potential are about to be capped.…

Chopin and I have been hanging out all day, which has been lovely. I can’t believe it’s only a year since we started working on Backstage In Biscuit Land together.

This evening we created something else, something even more colourful, bizarre and spectacular than Biscuit Land itself – Easter bonnets!…

OK, so yesterday’s post wasn’t exactly “biscuit” accurate. In fact is was a straightforward April Fool, which I hope you all enjoyed. Most of the time my tics are one step ahead of me when it comes to pranks and false claims.…

While it’s true to say there have been a number of false alarms in the past, it’s with a heavy heart that I have to report the end of my beloved ‘biscuit’ tic. Last night I found myself watching a repeat of the Great British Bake Off on TV and half way through, completely without warning, I uttered my last biscuit.…

A few days ago I woke in the early hours of the morning having a ‘ticcing fit’. Poppy was doing my overnight support and quickly came to help me.

After five minutes or so my speech returned, or to be more accurate my vocal tics returned.…

Yesterday the clocks went forward. Tomorrow is the first day of our Easter playscheme at work, and today the sky is blue. But so am I. I woke up feeling sad, and this feeling’s grown throughout the day. This afternoon as I travelled back from town in a cab with Leftwing Idiot my eyes were heavy with tears that I was desperately trying to hold back.…