It's The Voices In My Head

I'm going to tell you something now which at first you might think I am making up for effect or because I can't think of anything to post about.

On a day when football news includes the awarding of player of the year by the PFA to Ryan Giggs, when Newcastle are in action and I predict Shearer wearing some ghastly suit on the touchline and Southampton are on the verge of extinction, the latter hardly rings true.

All I can say is cross my heart hope to die if I am making this up.

I am hearing voices in my head.

Now I know we all have an inner voice that talks to us and that is normal but I am talking about something different.

I am talking about lots of voices all together, chanting the same thing.

For example, my lover is in the middle of a text correspondence with my father in a battle of wits.

Georgina: Has he text you back yet?
My Lover: No
Georgina's Head: It's all gone quiet, all gone quiet, all gone quiet over there.

See what I mean?

Or what about last week when Anthea Turner got thrown out of Hell's Kitchen?

Georgina's Head: Going down, going down, going down

The worst it's got was last week as I was listening to the budget.

Georgina's Head: You don't know what you're doing.

I just hope I don't accidentally shout one of these out loud one day.