Sorry Florence!

 

I was standing at the station waiting for the London train when a young man with a really prevalent Tourette’s tic walked on to the platform and waited nervously to catch the train. The station staff were brilliant and supportive. Unfortunately, the other commuters were less understanding and there were lots of dirty looks and loud tutting at his involuntary streams of expletives; which of course made it worse. In the end, after several minutes, the young man lost his nerve and walked back off the platform.

 

TOURRETTE'S

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I don't touch the Clonidine, it messes with my head 

Dredging the Great White Sharks, swimming in the bed 

And here comes a Killer Whale, to sing me to sleep 

Thrashing the covers off, it has me by its teeth.

 

And Oh! I don’t need reminding of all the words I said 

I just want to pull the covers round me and stay in bed 

And Oh! your looks remind me, of all the things I did 

No, I don’t drink too much, 

I’m not losing touch. 

When I shout out its Tourrette’s.

 

Tourrette’s, Tourrette’s, Tourrette’s 

When I shout out its Tourrette’s.

 

What’s with the long face, do you want to know more? 

I can’t control my tics or falling on the floor 

Don't let the people catch you, you’re not welcome here no more Hundreds of angry eyes, showing you the door.

 

And Oh! I don’t need reminding of all the words I said 

I just want to pull the covers round me and stay in bed 

And Oh! your looks remind me, of all the things I did 

No, I don’t drink too much, 

I’m not losing touch. 

When I shout out its Tourrette’s.

 

Tourrette’s, Tourrette’s, Tourrette’s 

When I shout out its Tourrette’s.

 

And good God, although we try we are lost 

And is it really worth the cost? 

Hold on, the train is coming fast.