Wednesday, 1 September 2010
I talk to myself. Sometimes as if I'm having a conversation with someone else, in a sort of fantasy role play thing, sometimes litterally just to myself, always outloud. I'm doing it while watching Mock the Week. Imagine your nan, old, chattering away to herself about the program she's watching, or talking herself through the process of making a cupcup tea, you know you know what I mean. "I'll just have a nice cup of tea. Shall I have sugar? Yes I think I will. Oh that's nice. Then I'll watch The Saturday Kitchen. I do like that. It's a very good program. The young presenter seems like such a nice man..." and so on and so forth. That's me. Sometimes I do it around other people. It's a tricky thing to explain.