I was tour guide yesterday, for a gaggle of girls from a private school, packed into a bus like ... oh, I don't know, but there they all were, fresh-faced, uniformed with pin-on name-tags that revealed that many of them were named after continents and cities: Alaska, Indya, Paris, goodness knows where else. They were visiting the coast, wanting to learn about our coastal ways. I told them as much as I thought they could take, through the microphone at the front of the bus that made my voice sound like it was coming from a tin-can. I asked them, 'Does my voice sound like it's coming from a tin-can?' 'Noooo' they politely intoned. Well trained, those little misses.
I've done bus commentaries before and it's an unnerving experience. When you say, 'Out your window, to your left, you'll see...' everyone looks away from you. Weird feeling for someone used to being watched while talking.
I've got a talk to the Herb Society coming up this Saturday - an audience of over 150 I'm told and they'd better not be looking out the window!
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