So the wind is whistling round the microphone a bit as the days shorten here on the edge of Richmond Park. Even the odd crack of a rifle can be heard in the night from the its leafy depths, as the annual cull keeps Henry V111′s herd down to a manageable 700.
The website has drawn a few intriguing hits since its summer launch- from India, Italy & most recently, Boston. It was from there that the illustrious crimewriter Joe Finder (www.JosephFinder.com) contacted me- as he wanted to get his accent honed for a local theatrical production he was asked to appear in. Did I have an eccentric 1920s headmaster in my repertoire ? And a slightly cockney police inspector? I did. It was a hoot & he claimed the evening was a great success.
Watch this space for the first chapter of my Indian friends who want me to read the script for an instructional CD for Pregnant Mothers. Ah. the contrasts of life from the voiceover booth.
an autumn blog….
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