In a couple of week’s time we’ll be switching on our Idea Amplifier, a workshop at Camden Roundhouse for young creatives with Tourettes.

The event’s being funded through Unlimited Impact in partnership with the Spirit of 2012 Trust. Together they’re building on the successes of the London 2012 Paralympic Games by supporting projects that challenge people’s perceptions of disability, promote wellbeing, and bring people together.…

This time last month Leftwing idiot and I were saying a fond farewell to Toronto after our visit there for The Republic of Inclusion. With the help of our hosts and the people at the airport we had a smooth and uneventful trip back.…

Eighteen months ago Poppy and I bet that she wouldn’t be able to grow her hair to her shoulders by 15th March 2015 – and that’s today. It wasn’t a big bet, only £20, but we’ve both been taking it very seriously from then on.…

Yesterday evening I met up with Hannah, Emma and Laura, my former flatmates and friends of seventeen years. I was due to meet Laura first, at 6pm, but her bus got stuck in traffic. Will, who’d been supporting me throughout the day, had to go and catch a train on the other side of town at 7pm.…

In a day that may be unlucky for some, this Friday 13th is Red Nose day as well. And that’s something I’ve been very aware of all afternoon because my colleagues have spent it inflating a crazy number of red balloons.…

My support worker Will has a well-established history of playful interactions with my tics. He was with me today, and at lunchtime in a local café I noticed him playing with a pound coin. I looked away for a moment and when I looked back I saw he’d wedged the coin into his eye as if it was a monocle!…

Top Gear presenter Jeremy Clarkson has been all over Twitter today after it emerged that he may have punched one of the show’s producers in the face. Leftwing Idiot and I were talking about it for a while earlier and eventually he got round to asking me what my tics had to say about it.…

Fat Sister was on the phone to my dad earlier, discussing the on-going work on her bathroom. She had to go next door because every time she started a sentence with ‘I’ll…’ my tics made an inappropriate suggestion about what she’d be doing:

“I’ll… be fucking myself with a pair of shoes.”…

Poppy and I have been hanging out today and a while ago she had an exchange with my tics that had her in stitches. Here’s how it went:

TH: You know Peter?
Poppy: Peter who?
TH: Peter-borough. He sexed a horse.…

Around this time four years ago the tics in my legs (which were already giving me a very unusual style of walking) intensified and started having a much bigger impact on my mobility. At the time I was living in my old lair, which I shared with Fat Sister and King Russell.…