This week I have chosen a row of multicoloured musical choices set off against the grey, blue, pink and green background of my mellifluous speaking voice. It's interesting how, working without notes, I always manage to say something I: (a) can't finish without 'umming' or 'erring' or wondering why I'm saying this because I don't know what it means, (b) didn't mean, (c) has a worryingly downmarket double-entendre (I'm all about classiness ordinarily) - this week, 'imitating farmyard animals with his organ' (shades of Captain Beefheart) or (d) all of the above.
Despite a great deal of practise I manage to cut of a beautiful song before the end and then attempt to cover technical difficulties by speaking when we've already established that anything more advanced than breaking wind and breathing are problematic for me! I crave your indulgence.
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