So there I am in TK Maxx in Birmingham City Centre, doing some shopping with a friend of mine, and what comes over the tannoy but a ridiculously feeble lackluster voice:
“(microphone squeal/feedback) Duty manager to front desk Please, that’s Duty Manager to front desk, thank yooooou. (microphone squeal again – click)”
I couldn’t believe my ears – it’s not that I relish the opportunity to take the piss out of people with really weird voices, but it was something like I’ve never ever heard before. It wasn’t just because it was a voice …