I had a full on barney with myself the other day, I was in a rush to get ready for a night ride but had surprisingly got everything sorted with about 10 mins to spare (15 mins really when you factor in my mates always late)

I knew there was a bottle of fenwicks wet lube in the house/garage somewhere, by the time my mate arrived I was well in to an external dialogue with myself.

Obviously vented my frustration to my mate. He promptly popped round to the drivers door pocket of the van and produced the bottle of lube i’d been looking for.

Other than shit like that, only on mushrooms

No. But I do chat to the dog quite a lot when I’m alone.

If I started talking to myself…. I’d end up vocalising the inner monologue that runs through my head….which is quite horrific and somewhat of a mix between George Carlin, Charlie Brooker and a sweary head chef.