About Emma
Emma Clarke is a leading female voiceover and comedy/drama writer. She voices all kinds of things from advertisements to radio identity packages – but is best known as the ‘voice of the London Underground’.
Previous postings
- Cutting edge discussion: how to say road names in a commercial
- Facing the nation on the telly – the key issues
- Unaccustomed as I am...
- Mind the Gap: The inside story of a very British fiasco
- Awkward Advertising: BT’s Adam and Jane ads
- Translate these phrases into actual English and you’ll win a prize!*
- Excuse me, would you like to rent my mouth?
- Awkward Advertising: John Prescott the boxer
- Awkward Advertising: JLS Wii Party
- Awkward Advertising: Nice ‘n’ Easy’s Dance class ad
- Awkward Advertising: The Boots ‘Not giving gifts this year’ ad
- Awkward Advertising: Halifax’s “ISA ISA Baby” TV ad
- Awkward Advertising: that bloody Match Affinity commercial
Archives
You know you’re in Cheshire when...
Monday
Oct 26 2009
Let me just start by saying that Cheshire is not boring. It’s hip, it’s happening and it has a whole host of interesting National Trust properties. It’s ideally located (close to the motorway network, trains, a couple of stonking airports) and has a wide variety of garden centres too. What more could anyone want? In short, Cheshire is just great. It is not, as Jeremy Clarkson regularly suggests, tacky.
OK, there are a lot of very orange people who live there. And women with stripy hair. And men who refer to their children as ‘kidlets.’ But even now, in the depths of the economic apocalypse, Cheshire interior designers and feng shui consultants are flourishing. And you should see the queues at ‘Onyx World’ on a Saturday morning.
But I’m digressing.
I happened to be in my local park over the weekend with my children*, who were doggedly endeavouring to fly a kite. I was sitting there with my little Thermos mug of tea, reading my Kindle , hoping the kids wouldn’t let go of the string or hang each other, when I overheard a conversation between two eight year olds. Reader, I’ll admit it, I’m nosey. Here’s the exchange:
Kid 1: Can I come to yours for tea tonight?
Kid 2: You can come if you promise not to embarrass me.
Kid 1: (incredulous) How would I embarrass you?
Kid 2: Look Josh, we don’t want a repeat of last time, do we?
Kid 1: What happened last time?
Kid 2: That thing you said. In front of everyone.
Kid 1: What did I say??
Kid 2: You said that you’ve never tried amuse-bouche! It was, like, sooo uncool.
Cheshire, you see. A place of unique charm.
* not author’s actual children. That would be just wrong.
1 comment · add a comment · this blog is moderated
Emma Clarke takes no responsibility for any comments below, as these do not necessarily represent her views.
Mike Cooper
28 October 2009 at
09:41
Crikey. It goes without saying that if I were to wander over the road to Kennington Park my chances of hearing such an exchange would be, well, non-existent (not unless it was a summer Sunday afternoon and the place was littered with Bonnie Greer and her Militant Homosexuals, anyway - and even among my mates I still think you'd be pushing your luck...) No, Cheshire certainly has one up on my corner of South East London when it comes to awareness of amuse-bouches. Then again, we do do a mean kebab.