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Once upon a time

Never Interrupt a Story

I was sitting in a restaurant with a friend and her two male ex-housemates.

One of the housemates, an excitable Australian, had many amusing stories to tell.

After rattling off several at length, speaking for the first 20 minutes I arrived, I began to tire of his voice.

Don’t get me wrong, he’s a lovely guy.

But he wasn’t projecting his voice, and I struggled to hear him above the din of the wooden clad restaurant in which we sat. As a result I was forced to nod politely along with the ebbs and flows of the narrative, despite only catching a few words here and there. (more…)