Picture the scene. You’re sitting around with your schoolfriends; teenagers together all dreaming of your wildly exciting future lives. Your mates are saying they want to take business studies so they can be the next Richard Branson, or find the cure for cancer in a hi-tech laboratory, or apprentice in hair and makeup so they can work with pop stars, and then it’s your turn and you say you want to study lip-reading. I’m not being funny, but lip-reading might get a muted response.
Yet lip-readers caused the most recent headline news about our beleaguered prime minister, after she was filmed arguing with the EU president, Jean-Claude Juncker, at a summit in Brussels on Friday, on camera but out of earshot. Specifically, lip-readers revealed that what she had said to him was not: “No, I won’t do the robot again”, but: “What did you call me? You called me nebulous”, making her the Liam Gallagher of cloud-and-mist-based etymological rows. It was the single best moment in Brexit’s two miserable years.
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