One of the reasons why I never contemplated a career as a litigator when I re-qualified as a lawyer in the United States was that I had visions of my delivering elegantly-crafted closing arguments only to have the jury look at each other and ask each other quietly what the guy with the funny accent had been talking about.
And here is the proof that all my suspicions were dead-on. This, ladies and gentlemen, is what people hear when I open my mouth. Now you know why I wasn’t allowed to audition for my own audiobook.
