Saturday, May 19, 2007

Don't Call Us, We Won't Call You

I have been receiving a series of obscene phone calls. But I have a confession to make, in addition to being repulsed (because I truly, truly am) I am also quite fascinated by them. It appears to be the same man making the calls, four to date. Almost all but a few words are unintelligible. But something about the manner in which he says the jumbled up parts you know, even if you can't make it out - its dirty, (similar to porn, you know it when you hear it). And, of course, it helps that several of the words I can make out are undeniably filthy. But that is not what fascinates me. It is the accent. Something about the British accent makes even dirty words and descriptions of vile acts sound almost polite and refined. Interesting. Actually, it sounds quite a bit like Tony Blair. I know he planned to go on a public speaking tour after leaving office in June but I didn't think this is what he had in mind. What is this - rehearsal? Okay caller if you are Tony, let me offer a few words of constructive criticism -
E-N-U-N-C-I-A-T-E each syllable, speak more slowly and perhaps a steady course of aerobics so you don't get so winded between words. And if this is not Tony, never mind.