I’m writing this in a slightly unusual location – sitting on a train. Leftwing Idiot and I have spent the day hanging out with friends in Nottingham. Now, as we speed back to London through the dark countryside, it seems like a good time to reflect on our day.…

For the last five years I’ve kept track of my regular tics, the ones I say or do over and over again (for months or even years on end). Up until now though, I’ve never paid much attention to the tics I don’t repeat all the time.…