by Emma Hardy
On and on she goes. Words and more words: travel, weather, television, work, news. Some people you can listen to forever; their voices absorb you like you’re a toast soldier breaking into the yolk of a freshly boiled egg. I know someone with a voice like yolk. I want to think of that person now but all I can hear is her barking every line like a monosyllabic dog. She’s filling this room with her noxious gas, creating talk pollution, and I can’t open a window to clear the air.
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Emma Hardy, who you can follow on Twitter, recently moved to Scotland.
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Talk Pollution
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6 comments:
"toast soldier breaking into the yolk of a freshly boiled egg"
that was priceless
ah, yes, those who practice word vomit. far too often, they also practice text vomit. the infernal me, me, me.
nicely phrased.
Oops! I was going to quote the "toast soldier" line, but peggy beat me to it. I also enjoyed "She's filling this room with her noxious gas, creating talk pollution..."
I suppose we have all known someone like this, but Emma has described it perfectly.
Crative description that I can totally relate to!
Shoe-perb.
'I know someone with a voice like yoke' - what an accolade for them!
Great title and love the 6S. This type is the reason I like to spend as much time alone as possible . . . too many decades spent with too many people just like this . . . time to recuperate! Very real
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