Recently I’ve been listening to Michael Palin narrate the third of his series of diaries – Travelling to Work.
Enjoyable though it is, it’s had the side effect of a tendency, when reading other books, for my own internal narrator to start sounding like him.
Stranger still, I’ve found myself waking up in the mornings ear wormed by his voice; a low-level narration sitting just underneath my own thoughts.
Perhaps it would be best not listen to him just before I sleep.
Damn it! I’m even reading these words in his voice.