The World of Siân

Yesterday was a revelation in the fact that I found out that my boss also talks to herself. I was there minding my own business just working away of course and then I heard it. The distinct chattering to herself about pieces of paper on her desk. A smile spread across my face and I realised I was not alone. Also my friend brought to my attention that it is not only words we can’t spell that we have to say out loud in order for them to become clear but also when reading old English. This also requires the reader to speak aloud in order for the words to make sense. Otherwise it becomes a heaped jargon inside your head. The same is also true for some forms of poetry. We then proceeded to quaff champagne and head down for the pub quiz. Unfortunately our favourite bar man wasn’t there so I couldn’t wangle my friend a free drink for her Birthday. Let me clarify. This man is not our favourite bar man because he is gorgeous and we are in awe of him. He is in fact our favourite bar ma

Another Monday. I really thought that this one would go slow, but looking at the clock now and I only have 34mins left. So I thought sod the work for the rest of the day lets see if I can’t amuse myself some other way. I really must go to the gym this evening, not that it is a resolution as such but because I am sure that as we speak I can feel the dimples of cellulite encroaching upon my upper thighs. I am also almost certain that no woman is free from these. Unless of course you are actually fit or you are so skinny you might as well be a skeleton. This is another thing I don’t understand. Anorexia, not meaning to sound harsh but how on Earth can anybody give up food……I know I certainly can’t, it is one of the few luxuries that I have (yes I am sad). But there are too many different tastes out there to banish them. What annoys me even more than anorexia is ignorant people who say stupid things like ‘I don’t ‘do’ Sea food’ as if all sea food tastes the same so they obviously d

Well today is a particularly blank day for me, all I seem to have going round my head is random snippets of songs which don’t equate into anything. Also I am trying my hardest not to give in to the temptation to sod who ever is in the room with me and have a kip. I do this from time to time. Sink low in my swivel chair and rest my head, close my eyes and have a lovely cat nap. Of course being careful not to nod off completely so that I can hear when one of the doors go and I can jump to alert (and I am doing work) status. Normally when I feel this tired I nip to the loo to wake myself up. However, there are three problems with this, someone might think that I have a bladder problem; another would be to think I have some sort of infection like cystitis or something. The last and by no means least, I might bump into the suspect lesbian. Not that I am in the least bit homophobic, but I can’t figure this girl out. She always talks to me as if she is chatting me up and I start to feel reall

I sit here continuing my days work and I realise suddenly that I have conversations with myself in my head; of course this must be completely normal. Everybody has conversations with themselves in their heads, its called thinking. Duh! At what point then does the mouth become engaged and then involved in this conversation? Is that when we turn mad? I think at times I have reached this point and have often had a conversation to myself and answered my own questions. Oh how I can talk, I can go on for a good while before I realise I am the only one in the room. I don’t even have the excuse of pets or even living on my own. Singing to yourself is considered normal and a sign that you are happy, so why not talking to yourself? Is it because it can turn into a debate or even an argument with you? Or is it that people just don’t want to hear what you have to say let alone to yourself? I think this is something which credits thinking about. Everyone should test it out. First walk down the stre