RADIO MUBBS

A lady came up to me today and told me I had a nice voice. I had been speaking and reading a poem at the front of church.

"There's just something about it."

I don't often think about it. Sometimes it cracks like an old pot, sometimes it's whiny and nasal. Often the words tumble out in the wrong order and I mumble in half-sentences. Most of the time though, it's just plain old Home-Counties English, with a handful of words that are pronounced straight out of Berkshire, where I live. There is nothing interesting about it. But perhaps it has tones I can't hear.

"Maybe I should be on the radio," I said, joking. I'm not sure about that - I also struggle to talk at all in an environment full of lions and otters. And radio (I think) is probably full of those people.

She nodded in agreement. "Well yes, maybe you should." 

If I had interesting things to say, I suppose I could do a podcast. The Canadians would like it - when I was there, they wanted me to read to them out of the phone book, or better, passages from the Bible.

What I will probably do, is nothing at all, other than enunciate into the microphone the next time I'm afforded the chance. Unless I think up something hilarious or original to talk about on the radio.