Sheila Hancock, on Just a Minute last night, reminded me that we all have an internal monologue running most if not all of the time. In other words we're talking to ourselves inside our heads. And sometimes it spills out.
I was walking George yesterday and during a discussion with him - about the lorry that had parked in our way - remembered my call to arms about speaking out loudly and proudly. I fear I still used him as an excuse but did practise when no-one was looking.
P.S. Maybe stream of consciousness is a better description in my case. But James Joyce made his name with Ulysses so not to be scoffed at.