One of the worst tortures I have ever undergone was the week I did thirty interviews at a conference in Cannes and had to sit in the editing room listening to myself say the same inane things over and over as the producer edited my pieces into webcasts. I was trying to pull together written pieces to go with the webcasts, and I had to sit in that same room.
All of which is just to make the point that I can't stand the sound of my voice.
Despite this, I've done a podcast with Steffanie over at Broken English, extolling the virtures of slightly-off-the-beaten-path areas of Stockholm to visit. Mosebacke torg is the first stop. According to me, it's charming (I called it charming three times. Three times! This is why I try to stick to writing. It's much easier to avoid repeating yourself and sounding fatuous.)
It's chatty, it's meandering, it's all over the place.
It's way too much Francis and not enough Steffanie at Mosebacke, on Broken English.
The Swedish word for the day is besvärad. It means self-conscious.
- by Francis S.