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aaargh, voice fail.
second day back at my old job and my voice has mysteriously packed-in, i've been sucking on vocalzones and gargling with green tea whilst dealing with people who can barely hear me... riding back on the bus surrounded by gangstas playing their mobile-phones(it was like those outrageous fifties-kids and their transistor radios all over again... fashion is cyclical!).
so i'm sounding like serg gainsbourg or elvis costello on a bad day.
found out an old character from my past is known to a mate at work, so we swap stories of his dumb exploits.
all good.
from a whisper to a scream...

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