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Wednesday, July 26, 2006

A secret mason's handshake

I had not realised until the other evening how the men in pink use their special dialect to identify one another. I met "Tarquin" (not his real name) at a friend's barbecue and when I first started talking to him his accent was quite unremarkable, and much like mine really. Over the course of the evening as he relaxed, chatted, drank plenty of wine and smoked a few herbal cigarettes, his speech changed until he had become quite a creditable Julian Clary voice double.

Phoning for a taxi later in the evening, he remarked on the switchboard operator's camp voice.

This spoken badge of honour can be hammed up or played down, as the occasion demands. I just wondered why he had chosen to suppress it at the beginning of the evening, and then wheel it on later. Something for the amateur psychologists to consider perhaps.


  • At 27 July, 2006 10:19, Anonymous Amateur Psychologist said…

    Hmmm, don't we all put on/reveal another persona identified by our voices/behaviour after having imbibed too much grape juice. Personally it has no effect on me, but others I know become far jollier or conversely morose. Herbal wise those of a up-tight nature become wise chilled-out gurus of the smoke. Perhaps we all have multiple personalities revealed only at times when chemical disinhibitors are introduced??

  • At 06 August, 2006 14:39, Blogger Irene Adler said…

    Hmmm, this all sounds very clever and possibly accurate.


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