English (UK), 35+ yrs teaching, university lecturing, 5+ yrs acting

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Poem recitiation (3 mins) of 'The Grubby Toff' by myself (author). Characterisation and social behaviour observation.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

British (General) British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
The grubby, tough parable. He had made a corner for himself in the closed gateway. The grubby tough I closed in. So he made space for me by shrinking ringing. My voice opened the gate despite the gate remaining ajar, he rang the same name but would not enter on my 10th stare. He crossed the portal. Are we going to the same place? I ventured aware that only one person lived on these stairs. He stood at the threshold still and lit up up lighting otherwise normal wrinkles. I climbed further and so did he, he stopped to ask what I did. I teach English. I learned French too. He said making me doubt my own response and he made not another step aiming for the third flight. I climbed another couple but his gaze held me so tight as he went on about feeling totally French when he spoke it that I undid the steps I had made waiting for him to take command of distance and pace. But I never got on as so many with English, he resumed climbing and I backed up not to break contact with those bright eyes. Every time I averted, he called and stopped. I stopped two and held his gaze. His discourse started up again. And so we danced the stairs. He leading from 10 behind on the landing of our door, he kept his distance and the same inside still coated in a corner of the hall. He lit up again from his dark corner. A call beckoned from the kitchen. And he followed behind me later, he waved me over to a piano seat beside him. As close as I'd ever been to him. He went through a repertoire of forties film themes. Some enthusiastic, some dismissive, faster and slower pendulum, rocking from right to left hand plonking feet, shuffling fast forward and back on the pedals. He gazed intensely at his hands. It had to be all got out at lunch up. This man reserved a seat for me beside him and looked after me and would have fed me. Had one other not said no.