My voice went recently, never happened before, off like a tap. I had to sit in silence for nine days, chalkboard around my neck. Like an old-school mime. Like a kid in the naughty corner. Like a Victorian mute.
“Wine and cheese are ageless companions, like aspirin and aches, or June and moon, or good people and noble ventures.”
“I've worked in television long enough to know that when you stop enjoying that type of thing you go home and do something else.”