(This is another post about running – sorry about that. If you would like something else to read, my new column about some rather gorgeous tall clothes is out today.)
You know when you listen to yourself and hear a discordant phrase? I hear it as colours. Not in a synaesthesic way, I wish, but in a “oh that sounded a bit green, it should have been violet”. There is absolutely no way that I’m going to explain this in a way that doesn’t sound utterly bonkers, so we’ll move on to the actual point.