Why do people look at you strangely when you start talking to yourself?
I think the best conversations I have are with myself. I get so much sorted out. Like deciding whether to go completely naked or to wear just two tassels hanging from my nipples as I run around the shopping centre screaming “The mother ship has landed!”.
But I think it’s important to keep people guessing. Will you or won’t you snap and go completely nuts today? But it’s difficult when I start to argue with myself. There is no escaping me.
That’s it! I am off...Where do you think you are going? I am not finished yet...I don’t want to talk you anymore. Get your arse back here! No...you can finish this blog by yourself…Yeah, well we all know that I am the brains of this operation. Fine, see if I care cause I can write a perfectly...um, witty eh, thing here...so, excuse me I need to get my...I will be right back.