There seems to be something of a Phrasefest going on currently. I do wonder whether we cardi dribbling listeners are being poked fun at - but being of the Purple age I’m not bothered, and take it as a good indication that Huge Hyphen and his cohort are “Listening” to us.
Shall we have a little game of Bingo, or at the very least a score card to tot up the number of
“It’s not your fault”
“I had no choice”
“Don’t blame yourself”
Anyone turned on by, and proficient in spreadsheets may like to collate and tabulate (!), and perhaps apply for some Arts Council funding for the resulting product.
Snork you two! Believe it or not I got a call from the Daughter just last night asking for help sorting a spreadsheet by date. I am becoming Spreadsheet Woman.
So, what would like like, frp? Date, said by, said to and exculpatory phrase? I can do that.
Speaking of spreadsheets, any feedback for the Grundy Finances? I have no idea what Emma might make at the Tearoom, for instance and I could only make a wild guess at Will’s income to assess his child maintenance.
Yesterday was particularly weird. It sounded to me as tho she was trapped into speaking in rhythms, there were lines that were near as dammit iambic pentameters then simple spoken verse. Or, I was very tired and may have been hallucinating?
No. Your description is good. Better than mine which would flounder at ‘shite’ I think.
Her over-pronounced t’s were in abundance. Her wandering vowels were beyond the norm and one particular Coooowww (12 minutes in) was especially special. I honestly think she’s playing at it now. It cannot be other than deliberate.