Public speaking clubs are easy to satirise – but there’s something endearing about them too
The first speech I give at Toastmasters, I stand behind a lectern, gripping the sides of it, reading word-for-word from my notes. My heart thumps, palms sweat. It’s excruciating. Imagining the audience naked doesn’t help. It’s more helpful to imagine them asleep. Much easier to talk if you think no one’s listening.
But it seems everybody’s listening – and they all must really appreciate what I have to say because when I’m done, I get a standing ovation. I must have been better than I thought if people were compelled to get out of their seats and applaud.
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