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…)