I talk to myself, I just don't realise I'm doing it until someone catches me.
At my sisters wedding last week, I went to the toilet to look at the rash that was appearing on my neck. I started muttering to myself about how I need to start shaving better and how the suit was rubbing my neck, when I heard one of the ushers sniggering from the cubicle, asking what the **** I was on about.
You couldn't see the rash on my neck anymore, for I was bloody blushing after that anyway, I can tell you! Har har!
...is it home time yet?