Pie Palace

I’ve been a member of a toastmaster’s club for the past three or four months. This week, I’m delivering my first speech. It’s to be four or five minutes long, and should serve as an introduction of myself to the rest of the club. After four or five tries, I’ve finally come up with something that doesn’t sound too ernest, and probably won’t bore the socks off of everybody in the room: a tour of my house.

The home tour has plenty of opportunities for humour, is light, and allows me to describe myself without falling into the trap of providing a riveting chronology of the past 15 years of e.

My Lovely suggested another approach after I was done (she’s always been blessed with impeccable timing): write a eulogy for myself. The opportunities of this one are great: a humourous death, imaginary future accomplishments, and chances to quote Shakespear’s Julius Ceaser.