AS a little kid, I suffered from a stammer, so much so they called me “Horace.” I spent my life wondering why.
But thanks to the internet’s Google, I have discovered that the reason they called me Horace was because a famous American bandleader called Horace Heidt suffered a serious stammer.
His stammer achieved world fame. You live and learn.
Anyway. I’ve finally managed to see the film The King’s Speech – and little wonder it has swept the awards board.
It’s a film to make you laugh and cry, and Colin Firth’s performance as King George is utterly phenomenal.
One of my long-term friends suffers a bad stammer but it has certainly not stopped him getting on in life.
He says that as a child, his caring parents sent him to every speech therapist under the sun.
But they only succeeded in making matters worse.
Long ago he told me with a straight face: “Thing i-i-i-i-i-i-is, I r-r-r-r-r-r-eally wa-a-a-a-a-a-a-anted to be a-a-a-a-a-a news-reader on the t-t-t-t-tly.”