A cold Sunday, with not much to do, but Chelsea v Luton is on BBC1 and so with a nice fire warming the room, I settle down to what should be an easy watch. The 4th Round of the FA Cup was spoiled however, because of the earache I sustained for the full term of the game.
In the commentary box was Karen Carney, whose incessant jabbering was painful on my ears. The need to talk was relentless, and the tone of her voice is suited not so much to football commentary but to a torture technique that would make waterboarding a walk in the park, in comparison.
Her pronunciation of 'straight' [shtraight] was of minor concern and left me only mildly 'frushtraited' [as pronounced by KC]. I needed to listen to my Black & Decker sander for five minutes to ease my ears and cleanse myself of her awful pitch and annoying guff.
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