It’s 11pm and I’ve just settled into bed. I can hear the comforting sound of Fat Sister turning in for the night in the room next door. I heard her shut the blind, giggling gently as we both said goodnight to the lamp-post.…

Lying in bed last night I was exceptionally tired but finding it hard to sleep because of my wriggly body. My blind was open a little and the orange light from the lamp-post outside was creeping in through the gap.

Tired of shouting at the lamp-post I turned over and faced the wall.…

When I was out somewhere in London earlier today I saw a fancy designer-lamp-post. It was minimalist, a single metal tube like an upside down capital letter ‘L’.

For a moment I was intrigued, trying to decide if I liked it.…

The last few days have been emotional. On Friday Leftwing Idiot and I had our last full day at Oasis where we’ve worked for over five years.

Yesterday we were at the Battersea Arts Centre celebrating Touretteshero’s sixth birthday. Over 160 friends and supporters joined us for the party, many of who’ve been with us right from the start.…

Leftwing Idiot and I were in a cab the other day sitting in a traffic jam. I looked up and suddenly started laughing with giddy delight. My tics chipped in:

“Oh lamp-post, discretion is your middle bin.”
“Lamp-post, are you playing hide and seek?”…

Facebook’s full of wintery scenes. It seems like snow’s fallen up and down the country, but not here in London where everything’s just a watery mess. As I opened my blind this morning my tics predictably passed comment:

“Morning sky, you’ve kept the frozen particles in your pants again then?”…

Today’s the start of my fifth year at the castle, and that means it’s now the longest I’ve lived anywhere since I left home. I love being here, so it’s strange to remember how reluctant I was to move out of my original lair back in 2011.…

At midnight tonight the fifth year of Touretteshero will draw to a close. Back at the very start of 2015, when we launched our birthday survey, I promised that during the year we’d celebrate our anniversary. But it’s been such a busy year that we never quite managed to fit our birthday party in.…

After I pulled my blind open this morning I sank back, still half-asleep, into bed. And then my tics rounded on the sky:

“Sky, that’s a poor effort.”
“Sky, you are blanker than the surface of an overstretched rubber band.”
“Sky, the Expressionists would be disappointed in you.”…

Happy 5th of November! It is of course Fireworks Night, and people across the country will be celebrating the foiling of Guy Fawkes’ plot to blow up the Houses of Parliament in 1605.

Since I was a kid I’ve felt conflicted about this night – it’s both one of my favourite celebrations and one of my worst nightmares.…