Voices from the valleys
I’m hearing voices in my head again.
No. I’m not insane, paranoid or schizophrenic. I’m hardly going to come on-line and testify to my insanity? I’d be mad to do that.
Now the radio and television are both off, the cat and Herself are safely tucked away in the attic and Penny is asleep. As usual I have the sound on this machine turned off, to avoid all those clicks and beeps when another spam mail arrives. The voices are definitely originating in the space between my ears.
The voices aren’t saying anything discernible. They’re not telling me to murder the pope or anything interesting like that. They’re just chatting away almost below the threshold of hearing. They’re a bit like those ear-worms when you can’t help but hear some irritating tune repeating itself endlessly in your head.
One thing I have noticed though, and it is very strange: the voices are murmuring with Welsh accents.
I don’t know anyone with a Welsh accent. [Those of my readers from Wales may not be aware, but text doesn’t have an accent. Sorry]. I have never actually been to Wales. I have passed through it many many times both on road and rail but I have never stopped there. Nothing personal. It just happened to be quicker than going the Liverpool or Stranraer route. I don’t have any Welsh friends around here. The only way I am familiar with the accent is through watching too much HTV in my younger days.
So if someone from Wales wants to contact me, could you please use a more conventional method?
I can’t hear what you’re saying if you talk in my head so quietly.
First thought is to check the Fx of whatever medication you happen to be on or have come off very recently (I had something similar when I had the DTs).
Then talk to a neurologist , I seem to recall reading it is not that uncommon and due to a slight short circuiting of memory…ie your brain is replaying all the Welsh TV you ever saw all in one go.
It’s when the voices start talking to you ….
My medical Fx are well tried and tested – they turn my pee green and I’m immune to the affects of alcohol.
The replaying of old memories is plausible, even though it’s around forty years since I watched HTV. They say that about long term memory improving as you get older?
They can talk to me, but they’d better speak up…….
I seem to have that effect on people. You are not the first and neither will you be the last ….. 😉
Aww! Now I feel I’m a member of a select few.
Sospan fach! Sospan fach!
As my Welsh is a little rusty, I have to rely on Google Translate.
“Little saucepan! Little saucepan!”
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A very popular song among rugby fans!
Gallwch glywed taid un o’r plant yn awr mi?
Gallwch glywed un o dad y plant nawr??
hhmm, almost” Can you hear me now grandad”
Hah! The joys of Google Translate. Always interesting to translate to another language and then back again. Yours originally translated as “You can hear one of the children’s dad now”!
Somewhat O/T but I was reading in the Bogtrotter Gazette a minute ago (police searching for the remains of an informant shot during the War Of Independence) and came across the; “Gardaí are operating on foot of detailed information provided by a local person.” .’On foot of’?! Is that ‘normal’ Irish -*cough*- ‘english’ or just subeditor illiteracy ?
PS the journalist titles himself in Gaelic as ‘Iriseoir Fise’ so maybe he mentally translated a gaelic saying?
On foot of your enquiry, I did some investigating. “On foot of” is a normal expression meaning “as a result of”, though it is generally used in a formal environment such as a press heding or legal document. Apparently it is an Irish expression which surpriss me. Not that I ever thought about it much.
Ahh the pedocentric focus of the ancient Irish (ie ‘hobbits’) shows once again.
Are you looking for a kick up the arse?