One of the more useful talents bestowed on me by my kind and humorous creator is the ability to imitate the sound made by what used to be known as the 'Trimphone'. Some years ago Trimphones were all the rage. Everybody had one on the office desk, and I have actually enjoyed passing the time in queues in government offices doing my Trimphone bit—not unlike a ventriloquist—and seeing how many people I could spot picking up dead handsets before the 'Window Number Seven, please' lady called me back to reality—helped by a shove from the nice old gentleman behind me in the line.
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