Mortified to hear English person
after English person bellowing down their mobile phones and realising I do
exactly the same.
Travelling as I do frequently from my village in the bush
to London by train, it’s become the norm, not the exception.
Of course, it doesn’t have to be so.
Several years ago, I sat opposite a middle-aged gent, who
appeared to be talking on his mobile continuously – but without a sound
emanating from him.
I asked him how he achieved this state of grace. ‘Well, firstly
I speak very quietly,’ he responded, ‘but then I also cup my hands around the phone
and my mouth.’
‘Where did you learn this?’ I enquired.
‘I’m a DJ,’ was his explanation - a friend and follower of
the great Whispering Bob Harris, it turned out.
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