OK so I did read your post out loud - I also love doing that, and have done since childhood. At primary school I remember thinking my turn toread in assembly didn't come round often enough, and at secondary school they made me play the piano, which was far, far more scary. I can't actually remember whether students read lessons there or not! Anyway this was indeed strange as it was neither Biblical cadences nor my own. I don't often read my own writing aloud but I hear it in my head. Just off in a moment to an event in Leominster, but have to add that my late sister was a huge fan of Ralph McTell, and when he came to Belfast in the 70s our Dad took time off work (unheardof in those days! but the idea that she'd get time off school to do it would have been even more unlikely) to queue for a ticket for her. She went to the concert all by herself and then Dad picked her up. Years and years later she went to one of his gigs in England and was so pleased to be able to tell him how much it had meant to her, when so few musicians came over to Northern Ireland - it was at the height of the Troibles. So I really enjoyed the mention of Ralph McTell in your book and in today's post. Performers probably don't realise at the time how much impact they have on the lives of individual audience members.
OK so I did read your post out loud - I also love doing that, and have done since childhood. At primary school I remember thinking my turn toread in assembly didn't come round often enough, and at secondary school they made me play the piano, which was far, far more scary. I can't actually remember whether students read lessons there or not! Anyway this was indeed strange as it was neither Biblical cadences nor my own. I don't often read my own writing aloud but I hear it in my head. Just off in a moment to an event in Leominster, but have to add that my late sister was a huge fan of Ralph McTell, and when he came to Belfast in the 70s our Dad took time off work (unheardof in those days! but the idea that she'd get time off school to do it would have been even more unlikely) to queue for a ticket for her. She went to the concert all by herself and then Dad picked her up. Years and years later she went to one of his gigs in England and was so pleased to be able to tell him how much it had meant to her, when so few musicians came over to Northern Ireland - it was at the height of the Troibles. So I really enjoyed the mention of Ralph McTell in your book and in today's post. Performers probably don't realise at the time how much impact they have on the lives of individual audience members.