The other week at dinner with friends, we got to talking about being a spokesdude. Michael was describing his experiences doing media on behalf of an organisation, as I just sat there nodding in sympathy.
He was describing being rung up by 3AW at half-past-six in the morning, to be quizzed on his particular expertise, trying to sound authoritative to however-many hundreds of thousands of people were listening when in fact he was half-asleep, in a hotel somewhere in Sydney, sitting on the edge of the bed in his underwear.
And he said that he couldn’t listen to morning radio now without realising that every talking head they speak to is likely to be in much the same position. I had to agree — I know I’ve heard myself and noted the slurring in my voice, and I hear it in others’ voices at that time of the morning too.