Audio Recording on Sunday evening

Answers To Tray's Questions

I did two, just for you Declan (I hope that's how you spell your name.)

Tongue Twisters

In which I make a frankly pitiful attempt to read the first page of 'The Picture Of Dorian Gray' by Oscar Wilde, and, alas, make a complete pig's ear of it.

Oscar, Oh Oscar

Thanks to my 'let's quote Oscar Wilde and despair' recording from the other day, Tufty (aka, his-name-was-writ-in-water) has requested that I summon forth all my -osh ness and present this travesty of a recording. I hope it's worth it.

Posh, Gosh, Cosh, Galosh

Me saying: "Posh, gosh, cosh, galosh" thirty times. It went horribly, horribly wrong.

I'm sorry. This is all Tufty's fault.

Oh it's the posh, gosh, cosh, galosh travelling life for me.

So putting toilet paper on a house is apparently a thing. I learn something new everyday.

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