I just can’t stop myself. The words just spill out of my mouth like vomit and no-matter how hard I try to stop them, they flood out in a torrent. I sound like a crazed bedlamite with verbal diarrhoea, a Tourettes sufferer, some kind of lunatic. Sometimes they’re not even words. Sometimes they’re just sounds. Sometimes they sound like sobs and moans. When it happens, I feel like I’m losing my mind. Is that it? Is that what is happening? Am I losing my mind or just losing my rag? All around me people stare. Some look frightened, some smirk, parents pull their children closer to them. And even though I see them; even though I can feel their thoughts whir inside their heads, sense their panic, I just can’t stop. My panic runs far deeper than theirs.