mostly david ephgrave

For some unfathomable reason, I seem to have adopted Mr Mackay from the sitcom Porridge’s laugh. (For reference, start the video 39 seconds in) This change came about in recent months. What was once a girly falsetto giggle is now a gravelly, raspy grunt. I blame my asbestos cupboard ; that and my forty-a-day cigar habit. I’d fully expected my voice to lose range with age; I just didn’t foresee it taking on the tone and timbre of a deceased Scottish actor in the process. It took me a while to identify whom I sounded like. I’d catch myself laughing and try to place it. Was it someone I knew? No, of course not ; i t was an actor I’ve watched countless times on DVD ( usually while compiling my tax return ) and subconsciously taken th eir cackle as my own. Thank God I didn't also start wearing the uniform. I suppose it could be worse. At least I haven’t grown a moustache. Give it time, though. Give it time.