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Last week, I was recording myself reading some extracts of Aegyir Rises for Stu Lennon, to use in the 1857 podcast he does. Things I've realised as a result:

My cat is evil, and even the promise of Dreamies doesn't appear to distract him from his goal of having a starring role in the recordingsAs soon as I need to record, my mouth fills with spitI am unable to swallow silentlyI also develop the overwhelming need to clear my throat as soon as the record button is pressedMy accent is weird - a bit of posh BBC newsreader blended with the odd flat northern vowels and a light sprinkling of Scottish (having lived here for so long, and being married to a Scot).I hate my voice
I was also so keen to try and make the opening few lines as emotional as possible, I made myself cry.